The Orgasm Control Unit, part 4 (Patreon)

Day Eight - Patient

One week down, at what was initially the halfway point of my treatment. As things were, I had seven weeks of treatments left after the hospital had made the decision to transfer me from the short-term to the long-term OCU.

              One week down.

              Seven more to go.

              Seven more weeks of treatment from eight in the morning until as late as eleven in the evening. It was partially a dream to be admitted to this hospital, to be in the care of these curvaceous and knowledgeable nurses and doctors, but in the middle of some of the more relentless treatments that dream quickly withered to become something darker.

              My new room in the long-term Orgasm Control Unit was more or less identical to the one I had been moved from. It was one floor up, perhaps a couple square meters larger, but furnished with much the same; a bed, a tv, a desk and sundry cabinets and drawers both for my personal use and for storing the hospital’s equipment which they used when treatments took place in my room.

              Starting today, Monday, my treatment plan would change more dramatically to suit the schedule of the long-term OCU, and when the nurses had updated the whiteboard in my room the previous evening after yesterday’s treatments had concluded, I had stood stock still staring at it.

              Some of the treatments I had become accustomed to were either reduced in number or removed completely, such as what were simply called “edging”, “milking” and “no touch teasing”. In their stead, more descriptive treatments had been added, such as “very slow edging”, “machine edging” and, I had observed with a bead of nervous sweat trickling down my forehead, “prostate milking”.

              It was clear I was in for a more intense, possibly even more unbearable daily schedule. My one consolation was that Kaori White remained the Head Nurse in charge of my daily treatments despite the change in OCU wards. Not that the Head Nurse was any more pitiless in her ministrations, but I felt quite at ease with her around, and she had certainly gotten to know my body the last week better than I had ever known it myself.

              A woe that continued to vex me, however, was that as of yet I had not yet seen Kaori’s bare tits. She flaunted her massive cleavage at me, a weaponized valley of desire, but still I had not been graced with as much as a single nip slip.

              As the new day dawned and breakfast had been consumed, I somewhat hesitantly showed up a few minutes before eight at the treatment room where I was scheduled for my first session of “very slow edging”, wondering how that would be different from the usual kind.

              Two new nurses, both assigned exclusively to the long-term OCU had greeted me when I knocked on the door. There was Victoria, fair-skinned with shoulder length auburn hair and sparkling blue eyes whose youthful face and smile seemed could brighten up a deep cave. She had what I judged to be perky D-cups under her uniform, making her the most modest-chested nurse that had so far worked on me.

              The second nurse was Tanya, an Eastern European-born woman about a decade older than Victoria who had lived and worked at this hospital all her adult life. She had long golden hair which was braided down her back, the end of which brushed against the upper slopes of her shapely rump, and she possessed mature yet mischievous green eyes that almost made her seem as young as Victoria. Her chest was like most of the nurses, quite damn impressive, stretching the fabric of her uniform to the limit as well as seeming to fill the room with her deep cleavage.

              Their sea green uniforms were the regular kind I had gotten used to – a one-piece coat and skirt with short sleeves that presented plenty of chest and thighs, complemented by the similarly coloured thigh-high socks and white heels, finished off by the cross-bearing cap on their heads.

              They had me lie down on a rectangular wooden table with black leather padding which was about level with the nurses’ waists. With white medical straps they set about restraining me, working their way from my ankles up to my wrists until I was secured spread eagle with four straps on each limb, two above and two below the elbows and knees.

              As each day rounded off with at least an hour of teasing sponge baths – something that was the same here at the long-term OCU – my cock wanted to burst out of its cage in its rush to attain full hardness, but the pair of nurses barely looked at it until they had me secured and gagged. Even then, they took their sweet time finding disposable gloves, lube and a couple of small wand vibrators which they laid out on a tray on wheels that they rolled next to the table. Only when all of that was prepared did Victoria unlock the cage, allowing my overeager manhood to spring free and expand to full readiness, not as concerned as I was that it was about to face two hours of “extremely slow edging”.

              I then learned that this type of treatment was a kind of mix of sessions, both teasing and edging. The two of them started by lubing up their gloved hands and then massaging my erection, all four hands working the head, shaft, balls and perineum together. Their touches were quite light, not enough to rush me towards climax, but more than enough to make me groan and wish they’d use a little more pressure to make it feel even better.

              I quickly learned this was the principal difference between the “extremely slow” kind of edging and the normal one. Where in the latter the nurses would quickly take me to the edge, rinse and repeat, Tanya and Victoria seemed in no rush, content to keep me hard, chatting and gossiping idly between themselves and not infrequently speaking lewd things to me as they flaunted their cleavages in front of my face. There was always at least one hand or mouth directly stimulating my throbbing manhood, but their unbearably slow pace and the lightness of their touches ensured it took nearly all of the first hour before I hit the first edge – something that seemed by design rather than chance.

              Even if my gagged moans and pleas and the way my body got more and more insistent against the straps, these nurses, as all of them, knew exactly when I was close to orgasm, and as my body tensed in preparation for a climax my brain knew very well was going to be denied me, their hands let go, the two of them talking among themselves of everyday concerns as I screamed pitifully into my gag.

              Whilst they waited for me to settle down and let some sensation escape my red rod, Victoria swung a leg over my head and sat down on my chest, facing away from me, my view dominated by most all of her ass as the hem of her outfit slid up her perfect, tight cheeks which clenched a lacy pair of pink panties.

              This added a new element to my torture as I was no longer able to see what the pair of them were doing to me, forcing me to merely feel it, and what they made me feel once Victoria had settled atop me was – I presumed – the younger nurse’s fingertips sliding up and down my shaft as Tanya’s tongue and lips busied themselves with my receptive balls.

              Staring at Victoria’s ass whilst the pair of green-uniformed nurses spent the next hour slowly rising me to another edge, I was a sweaty mess by the end of the session, my head but a receptacle for a scrambled brain barely able to string two thoughts together. At least, thoughts unrelated to my horrible need to orgasm.

              After the scheduled hour of rest in which my cock did nothing but try to break out of its cage, a new session of torment began, introducing me to the concept of machine-assisted orgasm control in a different yet identical treatment room in which I had spent the day’s first session.

              Head Nurse Kaori White, wearing her pink uniform for the day, led the session, bringing along Victoria and yet another new nurse, Jennifer, who’s straight, raven black tresses hung down just past her butt, her ice-blue eyes in her gorgeous, pale face giving her the slight appearance of a lusty spirit.

              They strapped me, standing, on a padded metal cross, the contraption’s shiny steel frame the only thing about it that gave it the appearance of hospital-equipment as opposed to something belonging in someone’s dungeon. A strap on each wrist and ankle kept me in place, an additional, thicker strap across my pelvis pressing my hips down against the rigid surface of the cross, preventing me from bucking my hips.

              I had been milked by various machines before, but never edged. I recognized the make of the steel cylinder Victoria slid down my cock – the attached hose having already pumped the bumpy interior full of lubrication – as Jennifer lined it up with the opening, and there was no chance for me to restrain my gasp at the wonderful feeling of the tube’s warm insides. Once slid all the way down my length, the lip-like edge of the machine bracing around my base, the two nurses affixed a metal rod attached to a clamp that they secured around the cylinder, and the metal rod slotted into a hole in the tiled floor directly beneath me, keeping the machine in place.

              The hose, about a finger’s width in size, connected the machine to a big vat of lubrication against the wall to my right that genuinely looked like a water cooler, except instead of a tap where you’d fill your cup with water, the hose attached to it, with a comically big container of lubrication mounted on the top. Additionally, two wires, red and blue, bridged the machine to the computer on a stand in front of me, behind which Kaori was busy inputting a series of commands, her upper arms squeezing her big tits even more together as her fingertips tap danced across the keyboard.

              Victoria and Jennifer then began placing electrodes on me which I knew would feed the machine information I didn’t really know if I wanted it to have. They stuck the small white pillows on both of my inner thighs close to the crotch, one on my left upper chest and the final one at my right temple. Satisfied that the sticky electrodes were firmly stuck and that the wires connecting them to Kaori’s computer were out of the way, they took position on either side of me, Jennifer to my left and Victoria to my right.

              With a warm smile and an enthusiastic “Here we go!” Kaori hit the final button, and the machine clicked on, the sudden tightening around my rod making me jolt.

              The standing bondage was an additional trial that I was as of yet unaccustomed, and it seemed the pose, paired with the mechanical sucking of my erection, made my knees weaker than they actually were. The full hour was an endurance test not only for my tortured cock but also for my legs, as my standing, spread-eagle position added a new layer of torment to the mechanical stimulation.

              The machine, which the nurses referred to simply as an “edger”, employed its slick, fleshy interior like a sort of pump, the bumps and ridges within tightening at the top of my cock first then moving that tightness down my shaft. When it started squeezing around my base the pressure at the head loosened, the slack travelling down my length. These cyclical waves of squeezing me from the tip down did not seem like much for the first couple of minutes, but when my cock became used to the stimulation and as the edger’s programming was fed more and more information about my body’s responses through the electrodes, the squeezing quickly became unbearable. And when the machine suddenly changed directions, squeezing from the base of the shaft working its way up to the cock head, it caught me off guard, making me groan and nearly lose my footing despite being restrained in place.

              I hit the first edge from this stimulation after only five minutes. “Good, but still a little slow,” Kaori stated as she logged the time.

              Knowing full well I wasn’t going to be allowed to cum, the edge was somewhat easy to bear, although the sensations of a near-erupting cock still had me inhale sharply as my eyes squeezed shut. The machine grabbed my full length tight as my cock shuddered, wanting to get off, the heated, lubed interior squeezing me lovingly all down my length until the electrodes told the machine I was off the edge. As soon as that happened the edger began a new cycle, slightly faster than before, alternating from which end of my cock it began embracing me at what I assumed were random intervals.

              Once the edger and Kaori’s computer had my number, the edges came every other minute with callous computational regularity. As if that was not bad enough, the squeezes around my cock head persisted – lightly – once I hit the edge, the cunning tube able to hold me for agonizingly long seconds at the cusp of bliss before ceasing all stimulation, giving me a few panting seconds of denied frustration before it started up again.

              Standing spread on the cross I fought the bonds to no avail as I screamed and sweated, drool from my gagged mouth dripping down to eventually slather my chest and belly. The nurses flanking me caressed my upper body and thighs, making sure a hand cupped my balls and fingers lightly squeezed each nipple before and during each edge, standing so close their soft, big tits were pressing against my sides.

              Kaori’s beautiful blue eyes were mostly down as her nose pointed at the screen in front of her, glints of light from the monitor reflecting around her irises. She was thoroughly engaged in whatever the screen was showing her, her hands at time flicking across the keyboard as she made inputs. From time to time, she’d look up with that sweet smile of hers, speaking encouragements to me, to edge for her, even though the constant denials were urging me to madness.

              When the hour was up and my first mechanical edging came to a merciful end, my braincells seemed drowned in a quagmire. I panted, slumping on the cross, my skin a wet mess of perspiration and my own slobber, my inner thighs sticky with excess lube pumped out of the edger. The demand to orgasm was always indescribably forceful after every edging treatment but this was way worse. Just an hour at the pitiless, efficient mercy of an edging machine was far more potent than two hours of manual edging. I was only two sessions done with my time in the long-term OCU and I had never before been this desperate, nor this exhausted post-session.

              Mercifully, I was given two full hours of rest after the mechanical edging, most of which I spent alone with my cock-cage in my room, recovering, after getting some lunch with my three most recent tormentors as they chattered about work and plans, as though it was perfectly natural.

              The next single hour of regular edging was like I was used to, but with the days’ previous sessions still lingering in my pleading erection the single nurse working me – Victoria – had little issue sucking and stroking me to a total of nine edges in those sixty minutes. My gagged entreaties only seemed to spur her on, and she frequently muttered around her mouthful of cock that she “so very badly wanted to rub herself off”.

              Another hour of rest for dinner, then two more hours of the “very slow” kind of edging administered by a total of four nurses in navy blue uniforms. Their names escaped me but there was a redheaded Caucasian, an Asian with dark, shoulder-length hair, a black girl with a long braid and someone whose dark complexion, big shapely ass and thick Latina accent made me think she might be Brazilian.

              The four of them immediately shed their uniforms once they had me belted down on my bed, having only their boots, panties and caps on. My legs were spread wide and arms were secured next to my head, my vision bathed me in the naked glory of their big tits and flat stomachs before they descended on me like a pack of hyenas. They sucked my balls, fingered my anus, licked my nipples, caressed my thighs, stroked my stomach, kissed my cock without relent. But slowly. So very slowly.

              Given my responses and their foreknowledge about my weaknesses, the quad of borderline vicious young nurses took great delights in dragging their bare tits across my face and body, trapping my erection in both one and more sets of boobs for a few teasing seconds, begging me to suck their nipples even though they themselves had gagged me, giggling when they saw my pained and frustrated expressions.

              Like this morning, though they stimulated me relentlessly and without a single pause, they took their time, delighting in my squirms and gagged pleas and moans, only letting me go far enough to hit the edge once per hour. When the time was up, they expeditiously dressed themselves and departed once the next pair of nurses came to administer the next session.

              The prostate milking.

              Kaori was first through the door once the four younger nurses had exited out the door, sweaty from their labours and giggling among themselves as they zipped up their uniforms. A brunette followed in Kaori’s wake, clad in the same cotton candy pink uniform with her big twin mounds nearly tumbling out the front.

              The new nurse had brown eyes to go with her shoulder length, straight brown hair, her complexion fair, her lips painted to match the tone of her uniform. As the second person through the door, she closed it behind her, leaving me alone in my room with the two of them, still spread out on my bed, coated in a sheen of sweat as I huffed with the recent intense denials.

              “Time for your milking,” said Kaori merrily, then she held an introductory hand out to the brunette who came to stand at her side. “This is nurse Dee, she has worked here as long as I have.”

              Dee gave me a knowing smile and a wink, her hands clasped behind her back, chest puffed out.

              “Dee is our resident prostate expert and is here to help me ensure we get you all emptied out,” Kaori continued, looking down at my bouncingly eager member. “We know this is your first time having your prostate stimulated properly and that it might be a little uncomfortable initially, but believe you me when I tell you Dee will have you over that hump and into p-spot pleasure in no time.”

              As the nurses walked over to some of the locked cabinets and pulled on disposable gloves, they then began rooting around for their equipment, and I felt a fresh bead of sweat roll down my forehead. It was true it would be my first “proper” time with prostate stimulation, and it was certainly true it would be my first time having someone else do it. I had, like many men I assumed, attempted on my own with something suitably small but believed I had never managed to do it right, the way I had heard told the “right” way ought to feel. Eager as I was to cum after the past two hours at the slow merciless edging by the multinational quad of girls, I was more enthusiastic now about having them get on with the ass-play than I had been this morning.

              Kaori came to sit at the edge of the bed by my right hip, facing me, her phenomenal cleavage looming over me like matching mountains ready to fall upon my face. She gathered up my tight ballsack in the ring formed by her index finger and thumb, then attached a semi-rigid band around them that also ran between my testicles, dividing them.

              “That should help keep them out of the way,” she smiled, her bright blue eyes looking down at me like I was the only person in her world.

              Dee stood at the foot of my bed, putting a metal kidney dish and a tall white bottle of lube down on the mattress between my spread legs. “I think I’ll make myself comfortable,” she said with mock innocence as she unzipped her pink uniform.

              As the zipper passed over the curves of her breasts, they burst free, baring her already scrunched-up areolas and hardened nipples. They were perfect, and my first thought was to seize them and put my erection in her valley. The skirt-hem opened as the zipper completed its descent, opening around her thick thighs. Wearing only the heels, pink thigh-high socks, a white thong, disposable gloves and her nurse’s cap, Dee winked at me as she bit her lip when she shed the uniform, letting it pool on the floor.

              Kaori rolled her eyes in an exaggerated fashion. “She’ll take any excuse to wear as little as possible,” the Head Nurse shook her head as though incredulous.

              “I think our friend here appreciates it.” Dee picked up the plastic bottle and poured a good amount onto her right palm. “I am going to start things off nice and easy,” she said kindly, her voice as attractive as the rest of her. “I’ll get you warmed up with a finger, then two, then move on to something that will feel really nice.”

              As Kaori traced a single finger up and down my erection which lay pointing up towards my belly button, Dee sank to sit sideways between my legs, and I unconsciously tensed up as her slick hand descended towards my exposed asshole.

              “I know you will find it difficult to do so, but try to relax your sphincter,” Dee spoke softly. “Once you get used to the sensation of having something up there, you’re going to love it. After all, that is where the man’s ‘g-spot’ is.”

              Believing her and trusting her didn’t amount to much as my entire body – not just my ass – clenched when her fingertip brushed against my anus. She circled it gently with her middle finger, not applying any pressure, smearing the lube around, using her thumb to push more from her palm to the circling digit. There was so much of the viscid lubrication I felt it start to run down my crack.

              “Here I come,” nurse Dee said in a breathy voice, slowly pushing her finger inside.

              Fingers and toes clenching, I held back the groan that wanted to escape my lungs as I felt the unfamiliar sliding motion probe into me. I realized I was pulling on all my bonds, my head lifted off the pillow as I tried to see the hand obscured underneath my bound ballsack.

              “I’ll help distract you a little,” Kaori smiled, brushing a white bang over her ear as she leaned down.

              Pointing my cock up with a hand holding my shaft, she brought her mouth down upon the head, kissing and licking it lovingly, letting her hot tongue circle the glans, cleaning away the last remains of the pre-cum from the previous session.

              I groaned, then again when all of a sudden Dee’s finger was all the way inside, pushing against something that made my cock jolt. It was a weird sensation initially, but as my cock quickly connected with the sensations of my massaged prostate those feelings became far more pleasurable, even though I was making wincing expressions, something that surely looked even dumber the way my mouth was forced open around the ball-gag. When, additionally, Kaori let out a warm breath down my length as her tongue flicked against my frenulum, my head fell back onto the pillow as a loud moan filled my room.

              “That’s a good boy,” the brunette cooed. “Here comes another.”

              A little less delicately than she had slid the first finger inside, Dee let the second digit follow, the knuckles of her ring finger being quickly swallowed by my tight rear until both fingertips prodded and rubbed my prostate.

              I moaned anew and the results were immediate, a thick bead of cum materializing out of my cock head. With some disappointment I noticed Kaori had withdrawn her mouth, as though expecting it.

              Still holding my cock pointing up, Kaori reached for the kidney dish and put it on my belly. Then, as Dee kept gently massaging my insides, making me shudder and groan, Kaori rested my erection onto the lid of the dish, several dribbles of cum running out of me like a leaky faucet.

              “Like this we can drain you without actually making you orgasm.” The Head Nurse leaned closer, her cleavage hanging tantalizingly close to my face. “But what would be the fun in that?”

               Eyes full of meaning locked with mine, her words disarming the grunt of frustration that had been about to escape me, Kaori straightened, eying me like I was her plaything, then walked over to the cabinets.

              “Bring me the rocking vibrator, please,” nurse Dee said whilst her wiggling fingers kept things going. “He’s doing a very good job so I think we can graduate past fingers already.”

              White a white cylinder of sorts in one hand and a black prostate vibrator in the other, Kaori came back, her heels filling the room with more than my groaning. She handed the black toy to Dee, then sat back down on the side of my bed, facing me, the cylinder resting in her lap for the moment.

              Dee withdrew her hand, and despite the interesting feelings her fingers had elicited inside me, I sighed in relief when they were out, my body relaxing onto the bed. She held the toy up and began pouring lube on it, putting the bottle back down and spreading it as though giving it a handjob.

              “This is my rocker,” Dee explained, holding the toy up. “So called because it does this.” She hit a button at the toy’s base, and the shaft with the bulbous end began curling upwards, like a finger doing the “come hither” motion, curling and straightening at a leisurely pace. It wasn’t much larger than her two fingers, but the size still made me clench.

              The topless nurse hit the button again, and the lube-slick toy uncurled back in the idle position. “It also vibrates, and I promise you, you are going to like what it feels like.”

              Without giving me time to protest she brought it down and pushed it inside, the lubed toy gliding inside the already lubricated opening, allowing it to slide without much difficulty. The surprise at the quick motion more than anything else was what caught my breath in my throat and made my body stiffen in my bonds. Before I knew it the whole thing was inside me, my sphincter clenching around the toy’s narrower base.

              “Relax and have fun with it,” Dee said with a small giggle, and pushed the button again. I squirmed as I felt it begin fidgeting inside of me, the toy pushing against my prostate like a prodding finger over and over in a relaxed tempo.

              It produced another dribble of cum drops immediately. It was odd how it felt so strange and so good at the same time.

              Kaori picked the lube bottle up with her free hand from between my thighs and held up the cylinder in her other. I saw it was a masturbator of sorts, maybe made of silicone the way it gently jiggled, two very tight holes in either end of it a dead giveaway as to its purpose.

              Steadying the masturbator on one end between her shapely thighs, Kaori used two fingers to pry the opening wider, allowing her to pour lube directly inside of it, and she used a lot. She smiled down at me as a little grunt shot towards her as the prostate rocker kept working the sweet spot.

              “This will feel amazing, I promise you,” she cheerfully explained as she put away the lube, then used two fingers to pry open the opposite end of the silicone toy that she held towards me, showing me the countless soft ridges inside the tight canal, slathered with more than enough lubrication.

              I didn’t have much time to inspect the toy or prepare myself for it before Kaori pointed my straining hardness up with her right hand, then used her left to slide the masturbator down my length, forcing a yowl from the deepest recesses of my chest as my toes curled, nearly making me erupt immediately.

              The tight sensation of the soft cylinder was awesome, and in ways I didn’t quite understand there seemed to be a connection of sorts between my glans and my massaged prostate as when I involuntarily flexed my pelvic muscles – which pressed the prostate toy tighter against my insides – sensations in the both of them flared through me as though connected by a cord of carnal pleasure.

              “Oh my, he’s close already,” Kaori gasped eagerly.

              “I’ll push him over the edge,” Dee said with a smile, biting her lip as she looked at me and hit the other button on the base of the toy, the little push bumping the toy a little further into me. The switch caused the rocker to begin vibrating powerfully, shaking my insides thoroughly as it kept curling and straightening to prod my prostate. Simultaneously with the vibrations’ activation Kaori began dragging the masturbator up and down my cock, the slick interior ridges and tight fit nearly too much to bear.

              Immediately I was lost in a sexual trance of both my body and my mind. Sitting between my legs Dee played with one of her tits with one hand, the other massaging my inner thigh. Next to me, filling up most of my vision was Kaori, her blue eyes and smile arresting me as sure as the belts while she stroked me with the masturbator, her perfect cleavage on magnificent display.

              I came immediately.

              Screaming all the air in my system out past my white ball-gag, I saw stars, certain I momentarily lost my soul’s moorings with my flesh, not knowing my body was trying to curl up in the foetal position with the intensity, pulling on the bonds hard enough to make the bed creak. Shuddering and spasming, feeling what had to me an ocean’s amount of semen about to erupt from my long-edged manhood well up from inside me, the continued stimulations in my ass and stroking my shaft were near to having me froth at the mouth, my brain unable to fathom anything but the tremendous release and the intense pleasure that was inevitable in its wake.

              Ejaculate came out of me like water from a pressure washer, and somewhere in my caveman brain I was absolutely positive the force and potency of the mounting eruption would paint the ceiling above me.

              The first rope shot out of the masturbator’s puckered end, not managing the ceiling but going higher than the height of the sitting nurses. Kaori, massaging my dick with her toy through the orgasm, kept it painting straight up, the velocity of the rope sending it hurtling towards the wall, only barely missing the poster with my OCU schedule.

              As the second gush followed immediately after the first, Dee finally managed to reach around with the kidney dish, clearly attempting to gather up my mess, but this shot, too, went wide, streaking across the mattress between Kaori’s thigh and my bound arm.

              The succeeding jets decreased dramatically in force, allowing nurse Dee to gather them up in the dish, aided by Kaori depressing the angle of my cock whilst maintaining the strokes at an even rate.

              As the tremendous orgasm began to subside my entire body throbbed, jerked in symphony with my heavy heartbeats, my mind a fog oblivious to the outside world. I breathed hard, having to force my eyes back in their proper place, blinking away the haze and the discomfort of the light.

              I was positive that was my most potent orgasm to date. My first prostate orgasm as well. For a moment I forgot my own name and where I was.

              “Oh that’s a good boy,” Kaori cooed, still stroking me, and only when noticing the bobbing white silicone tube did I notice it yet sliding up and down my shaft, oozing out the remaining droplets of my load as my tip poked itself through the end on the downstroke. As the world reestablished itself around me, I noticed both nurses smiling cunningly at me, noticed the buzzing in my ass, noticed my tired limbs still pulling on the restraints. I forced myself to relax.

              Curiously, while sensitive, the unbearable hypersensitivity of post-orgasm seemed not to establish itself. If anything, I was getting the feeling I wanted more, like even that level of orgasmic pleasure wasn’t enough to sate the appetite the day’s prolonged edging treatments had created.

              “He’s doing very good,” Dee concurred, putting the kidney dish with my batter down and, grabbing the toy between my cheeks, pulled it out in one smooth motion, making me create a sound not entirely manly as it departed. “I think he’s graduated past this already.”

              As Kaori kept stroking me, not making any indications that she had planned to stop, keeping the pressure and pace even, Dee turned the buzzing, wiggling toy over until she could clearly see the buttons on the underside. Switching both off, she dropped the lube-slick toy onto the mattress next to me, then lifted herself off the foot of the bed, sashaying her half-naked body over to the cabinets.

              Returning, my eyes got wide and my eyebrows furrowed at seeing the massive magic wand with what looked like an equally massive prostate toy mounted over the spherical vibrator.

              Smiling that eternal smile of hers that was part sisterly love, part conspiratorial mistress, Kaori gathered by bound balls – each having received a good coat of lube that had trickled out of the masturbator’s bottom – in her gloved right palm and massaged them gently, as though coaxing them to give her another load. Her upper arms pushed her tits together oh so wondrously, the sight of them dangling before me making my dick twitch with more than the remaining potency of the passing orgasm.

              As nurse Dee resumed her place sitting on the mattress between my spread legs, she held the big vibrator up dramatically as she began applying lube to the big finger attached to it, the door behind the nurses swung open.

              Dr. Fairall, white lab coat over a short black skirt and tight white tank top that had a deeper neckline than medical professionals usually garbed themselves with admitted herself. The heels of her black thigh high boots had likely announced her impending arrival to anyone more capable of sensing their surroundings than was I at that moment. Like so many times before her long, silken auburn hair was tied back in a luscious tail, the only ornamentations on her the earrings and the black choker. Slung over her shoulders, the stethoscope rested on its usual perch, each end hanging down over the upper slopes of her large breasts.

              “How is our new long-term patient’s first prostate milking going?” she asked merrily, gently swinging the door closed behind her.

              I knew, as I was gagged, she wasn’t really asking me, she was asking the nurses.

              “He’s doing very well today, gave us a huge load just now,” the Head Nurse said, shifting her motions to focus the masturbator on my head in tune with the syllables of the words she spoke. “We are just about to charm the next out of him.”

              Dee nodded her concurrence. “I feel he is ready for the wand already. I think he really likes having his boy-button pushed.”

              Sarah Fairall smiled but didn’t say anything about their comments, instead she started making notes on her clipboard.

              “Don’t let me distract you,” the doctor said absently as her pen scribbled away on the paper, her nose pointed squarely at it. “I just thought I would observe the rest of the session to see how he gets on.”

              Dr. Fairall took up position on my left and clasped her hands with the clipboard behind my back. I groaned inwardly at having three sets of amazing tits surrounding me, and I even took the time to lament the fact that only Dee’s were bared in all their glory.

              “Yes, doctor, feel free to stay,” Kaori said, her almond eyes taking on a mischievous glint as her hand sped up. “I think we can wring out the next one fairly quickly, he feels close already.”

              “Well don’t set him off before I get to help,” Dee shot the Head Nurse a friendly reprimand as her free hand smeared the lube all over the vibrator’s prostate attachment.” After all, my singular talents are why you wanted me to assist you.”

              Kaori shot a look of feigned indignance over her shoulder at nurse Dee, her hand slowing down enough to barely be moving the masturbator, making me gasp at the sudden decrease in sensation.

              “Then whenever you are ready,” Kaori said, sticking her tongue out at Dee.

              Deciding the toy was prepared, Dee held it closer to me to let me see it, and I wasn’t any more assured by seeing its size up close. “As before, just try to relax. This will definitely feel better than you think it will.”

              Not giving me a chance to protest she pushed the slick end towards my slick ass, then pushed it inside, being gentle but not stopping for anything. The feeling of the larger toy sliding inside had me try to evacuate my body through the top of my head, but there was no escaping nor stopping Dee’s insertion. Once the toy was all the way in and my anus bit around the thinner neck, I managed to exhale, but there was no ignoring the feeling of the toy’s big presence, nor the feel of it pressing against my p-spot, sending a dribble of thick semen out of me.

              “This might be a little intense because it isn’t a gentle vibrator,” Dee cautioned, her face all aflutter with apparent anticipation. She gave me a toothy grin, her brown eyes twinkling playfully. “But then again, you’ll just have to lie there and take it.”

              With those words she flicked the switch, and a buzzing surely four times more powerful than the previous toy rumbled within me, making me inhale sharply. I gasped mid-gasp when Kaori suddenly attacked my erection with the masturbator, going hard and fast, her other hand sliding the fingertips over my balls.

              As the three women looming before and over me were pulled into an ever-increasing backdrop of pure white that swallowed up everything as it expanded, both of my heads exploded simultaneously, and somewhere deep within I felt certain all of them ought to be wearing hearing protection, going by the tremendous tremors emanating from my chest as I screamed into the climax.

Day Eight – Staff

The clock on Andrea’s computer stated the time was just past eight o’clock. The patient was now in the capable hands of three nurses – Dee among them – as they administered the final full edging treatment of the day.

              The patient had managed four orgasms before he had been emptied out, then another three dry climaxes as he writhed in post-orgasmic hypersensitivity the nurses had kept reminding him to simply “deal with”. The spectacle had nearly overflowed her panties, and she felt the need to get off even now, her thighs absently rubbing together.

              The doctor reformed her professional resolve and cleared her throat, willing her legs apart that they might stop distracting her. “Your impressions after today?” the doctor asked the Head Nurse, sitting across her desk with her shapely legs crossed.

              Kaori only took a moment to consider before giving Andrea her professional opinion. “I think the longer, more intense edging sessions are working. We’ve shaved down the aggregate time between orgasms by several minutes. I believe we are on the right track, but we need to stick to the new, more rigorous treatment plan. He needs to be edged a lot, and for significant durations, and my thinking is the more nurses we can have working on him at any time the better.

              “While I know we only have the staff that we have, I believe we should have a minimum of four nurses per edging treatment, and a minimum of three nurses per milking session. We cannot underestimate the psychological effect our presence has on him. I am inclined to insist we have at least one of the nightshift nurses spend the night in bed with him in order to maintain arousal even during resting hours. Whoever would do so would naturally not have the key to his cock-cage, to spare them both any chance of naughty business.”
              Dr. Fairall typed into her computer as the Head Nurse spoke, and her recommendations made sense. Making editions such as these into the nursing staff’s schedules was challenging, but after some trial and error and considerations, Dr. Fairall managed to build a deck that would serve everyone.

              The Head Nurse would get her wishes for this particular patient fulfilled.

              “Done,” Andrea said, smiling confidentially to Kaori. “I believe adjustments like these are critical if we are to reach our goals with him.”

              Kaori nodded, giving the doctor a knowing smile. “I’ll go home and get some rest, now, doctor. Tomorrow morning I’ll see if we can’t make the edges so potent we’ll have him sobbing by lunch.”

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