Chapter Thirty-Six

Karl remained stoic as the suppository was pushed in.

His body swung a little in the sling; she was really shoving it up there. That was all right though. The farther it was pushed in, the better it seemed to work. And he was going to need all the help he could get.

Nurse Drake obviously agreed, though she remained sprightly and upbeat about the challenge. Still wearing her night uniform, she’d brushed her hair, hung a stethoscope around her neck and even donned a traditional nurse’s cap: emphasizing her authority for him and her most meaningful identity for herself. At last she pulled her finger from his ass, and as he swung back into place she clucked her tongue in that endearing way she had.

“I think we need to secure you better. I can’t have you swinging away from me all morning. Let’s figure out a good way to do this right now. Constipation is going to be another defining torment for the rest of your stay here little slut. Let’s get our procedures set.”

She strode from the room and returned weighed down with shiny steel shackling chains.

A cuff was snapped around each ankle. Then Nurse Drake used the connected chains to draw his legs up and stretch him out even wider. She wound the chains all about the commode, pulling them tight so that he was snubbed securely in place against the cold porcelain back of it. Pulling his arms out of the sling, she stretched these over the back behind him, crossed them and finished by manacling his wrists in as well. Finally she had utterly imprisoned, chained over and into his assigned toilet with his hip and shoulders sockets woefully if familiarly stressed.

“This much restriction isn’t really necessary I suppose. But I know how much bondage turns my little slut on. Let’s make this as thrilling as we can, shall we? You’ve never really been so completely chained-up before, have you? Outside of your dreams, I mean. Do you find the feel of implacable steel on your skin erotically exciting? Is that why your penis is so erect?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“So you say. Would you like me to play with it while we wait for that little butt-bullet to go into effect?”

“Please, mistress.”

She took him in hand, bent him painfully down and out and began stroking him with her patented exquisitely slow rhythm. His nonverbal response spoke for itself.

“You like that, don’t you little slut?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m glad.”

They fell silent but for Karl’s eloquent moans. Doreen pumped him wonderfully, occasionally giving his blue-balls a gentle squeeze or his bung a seductive rub. Soon Karl could feel the suppository at work, inducing his chained-out body to push, however futilely.

Before long he was sweating and straining like a woman enduring childbirth. He could feel the huge mass of hardened stool plugging him up; it resolutely refused to move. Still his supervising nurse let him pant and push and whimper miserably for more than forty minutes. Long after they both knew it was futile she was fingering his hole, sedately baiting the monster and smiling while she watched him struggle. The combination of sexual stimulation, rapturous domination and ever-worsening distress was both terribly upsetting and sickly compelling.

The thought that he was being forced to suffer an obscene homage to femininity’s greatest and most sacred rite of passage, the sanctifying ordeal-by-agony of bringing forth new life, appealed to his need for appropriate as well as extravagant atonement. When Doreen stopped stroking him to snap on a fresh pair of gloves he sobbed for the first time even as his erection throbbed insanely on.

“Okay little slut, this isn’t likely to work either, but we’re covering all the bases here, right? Let’s try and scare the shit out of you.”

This time it was two of those long, strong fingers sliding into him. Toes curling unconsciously, Karl managed to suppress his sobbing as they pushed to their furthest limits, then rotated and separated and held him gaping.

Oh Goddess, his cock was so hard it hurt! He snatched a slobberly breath, gritted his teeth again and focused all his upset on bearing down, though his will in this was as irrelevant as ever. Still his body obeyed either training or brain and pushed ferociously hard.

It was no use.

Though Nurse Drake held him open longer than ever, even prodded him rhythmically a bit, the bunch of boulders up there refused to be budged. Running with sweat and groaning uncontrollably, Karl shuddered in his tight-tight chains and then cried out in stymied necessity as those digits at last withdrew. Still Doreen remained enchantingly vivacious as she changed her gloves. Her nipples were even erect, poking through the translucence of her uniform.

“Well, you can’t say we didn’t try. Shall we use an enema next, or just go whole hog and blast you with the hose? We didn’t have that at the clinic, did we?”

“No ma’am. And forgive me please, but I’m terrified of it. Let’s just try an enema next. I hate that, but at least it’s a devil I know.”

“Poor baby!”

Doreen’s smile was sly with either secret knowledge or not-so-secret enjoyment at getting to exercise some proper nursing skills. She gave his ravening monster a tickle at the tip, winking at him as if this tumescence belied the overwhelming evidence of his misery. Then she turned to prepare his enema, humming happily to herself.

Karl recognized “Open Invitation” from Inner Secrets and groaned again.

Must he see significance in everything? It was their favorite song, so what? He blinked a stinging drip out of one eye and watched her take one of those big red latex ‘hot water bottles’ down from the shelf next to him.

Carrying it to the sink, she let the water run to steaming while she squirted a generous measure of greasy soap into the bottle. Testing the water, she hissed and shook her finger. Rather than adjust it however she filled the bag to bulging and stoppered it. The long plastic tube she screwed in had a plug the size of a shot glass an inch or so from the end. Nurse Drake had that air of kinky erotic promise about her as she turned back to him, and Karl noted again the lack of her characteristic dispassion when punishing him.

This was both fun and stimulating for her, and her attitude assumed that he found it just as welcome, at least on an unacknowledged level. Groaning miserably as his body again tried fruitlessly to give birth to a boulder, Karl actually felt the first flash of that resentment she’d predicted at this perception.

Heretic! Apostate! Unconscionably ungrateful asshole!

He crushed the instant of weakness with curses. Then he steeled himself to suffer bravely as she hung the bag above him.

“Don’t be scared by the size of the plug, little slut. The fact is I’ve got you dilated good and wide down there and you need it.”

This was not comforting, nor anything he particularly wished to know.

“Can I have something to bite down on please?”

“Of course, little slut! How thoughtless of me not to offer! It needs to be something extremely demeaning however. Wait just a second…”

She hurried from the room, clearly regretting every second that scalding water had to cool. When she returned she had a big rubber dildo in her hand.

Karl started weeping immediately.

Why hadn’t he foreseen this? Still he didn’t bother to resist or do anything to further delay his burning. He just let Doreen see the abysmally humiliated wretchedness in his eyes as he opened his mouth. Hers were lovingly smug in return.

“Here you go, little slut. You’ve had my balls in your mouth. Now you can suck on my cock – my big, butch, dominant woman’s cock.”

Karl closed his eyes, unable to cope otherwise.

She pushed it in just short of choking him and he bit down. Hating the circular shape his lips made, and the way his drool immediately began to gather on the lower, he at least had a handy distraction from this worst-offense-ever to his self-image.

Cringing in the blackness behind his closed lids, Karl felt Nurse Drake insert that nozzle and plug in his other hole. He grunted hard and gagged a little as she lodged the latter securely behind his sphincter. Still he couldn’t open his eyes but only sob on in his consummate shame, dread, and woefully extended distress. Blind or not he could clearly hear his mistress’ relish.

“Here it comes, cocksucker.”

Somewhere in the world beyond the prison of his laboring body and the shutters over his eyes and mind a valve was opened. An indescribable excruciation of slippery scalding liquid surged into him.

Karl gave a gagged howl, his eyes flying wide at last. He saw Nurse Drake reaching up to squeeze that bottle, to force its prodigious contents into him faster.

Already he was cramping and bloating, the already distended flesh below and above his quivering erection swelling like a balloon. Soon he would not only feel like a female having a particularly difficult birth but he would look like one too.

Froth already running down his chin, he sucked in air through flaring nostrils and screamed around that cock again as the last pint or so of solution was squeezed into him. He was already uncomfortably sweaty. Now perspiration just burst from his pores at the intolerable heat and pressure packed into his abdomen. He bawled unabashedly in his agony, and when Doreen began beating on his iron-hard, extruded-steel rail-spike again he only cried harder.

“It’s okay, little cocksucker, try to relax and let the enema do its work. I know it hurts you terribly: the cramping, the stretching, so much incompressible liquid heat; the feeling like you have a radioactive watermelon up your ass…

“This is the biggest enema I’ve ever given anyone. But you need this darling, and not just to avoid a bowel obstruction. Otherwise why is your penis so outrageously hard? Torturing the monster isn’t enough. You are determined to suffer anally for your sins as well.

“It’s the worst thing a foolishly inhibited teenage male can imagine, so your subconscious demands it. Though you still try to deny it, the penis-meter never lies. Accept this punishment and be satisfied!”

Karl heard her but refused to listen to the deeper message. He shut everything out and narrowed his experience to sheer sensation – not hard while his expertly stimulated prick was so hard itself. Hard too was that obstinate rock of stool, ceaselessly pushing yet refusing to be moved. Hard as a soccer ball was the cruelly bloated dome of his pubis and the area just above, raising his genitalia up for pleasure, torture, or both.

Omniscient as ever, Goddess intuited this latter desire from some unconscious modulation in his sobs. She began twisting and abusing as she pumped him, her occasional squeezing of his balls nearly hard enough to dent his rapture.

For twenty minutes at least Nurse Drake hummed quietly to herself while Karl wept and groaned and drooled around the cock in his mouth, consumed with agony and frustration like he’d rarely known. Still she twisted and bent and Indian-burned him as she jerked him, and so much pre-ejaculatory fluid seeped from his penis that nearly the entire head glistened with it. She crushed his balls again, twisted them until he yelped and retched and almost lost the cock he was sucking. At last she ducked to suck herself, taking his whole glans in and hoovering that sweet seepage up. Then even as she was smacking her lips she quit torture-jerking him and yanked the plug abruptly from his ass.

Excruciation spiked as hot wetness gushed out of him. Sobbing harder still, Karl turned his abysmally ashamed face away.

He hated this, it made him flash back to a time as a child when he’d wet his pants at church. It was reasonless, but the sense of public condemnation and disgust was the same, and always overwhelming. Now this was worsened considerably by his erection, and the horrible fact that in his lingering rapture the relief and release of spraying all that hot greasy water out of his ass, and the unmistakable sensation of that huge plug of stool finally moving a grudging bit, was the closest thing to orgasm he’d felt since his sin. He was still agonizingly impacted though, and once all the soapy water was expelled he wept brokenly at the continuance of his distress.

Doreen pulled the dildo from his mouth. She wiped his chin, kissed and comforted him.

“No movement at all, darling?”

“It moved. Just not nearly enough.”

“Shall we try it a few more times? Or are you ready to take my hose yet?”

Karl gave up on trying to influence his treatment, to manage or lessen his pain and degradation. Goddess knew what he needed far better than he.

“Do whatever you think best, Nurse Drake. My body and soul are yours.”

“In that case I’m going to stick my hose up your ass and try to flush that blockage out of you – or at least bring it down to within reach. Do you need my big cock in your mouth again, my suck-hungry little slut?”

“I guess I’d better have it.”

“I guess you’d better ask for it properly then. Why not try: ‘May I suck your lovely cock some more, Nurse Drake?”

“I’m sorry, Goddess. May I suck your lovely cock some more Nurse Drake, while you brutally punish my bum?”

“Yes patient, you may. And I suggest you practice that phase.”

“I will always do as you say.”

“And I will always love you for that. Here you go, my cute young ass-licker: enjoy my penis. And enjoy what I’m doing to your other end if you can. You believe you deserve it after all. I will now get that shit out of you whatever it takes. So be brave and think of England!”

Karl’s ‘Yes ma’am’ was garbled by the dildo stuffed back into his suck-hole. Nevertheless his terror, determination, desperation and deeply repressed needs were all evident in his expression. Splayed and chained into immobility he was the epitome of helpless vulnerability. The tumorous mass torturing him obvious in the bulging of his abdomen, the poor disturbed conversion victim pleaded with his eyes for her to finally relieve his monstrous distress by the most direct and uncompromising method. She was of course delighted to oblige.

Aware of the surety of splatter, Nurse Drake removed her uniform.

Naked but for her stethoscope, cap and sterile gloves, she pulled the long, retractable, flexible metal hose over. She inserted the big brass nozzle where her fingers, vibrator and other instruments had carefully prepared the way. She noted the tears magnifying her charge’s terrified yet secretly eager eyes, the sweat standing out in big jewel-drops on his deeply ashamed face and the way his ceaselessly slavering mouth pursed and twitched around the shape he truly craved. Satisfied, she turned on the hot water.