The Anguished E - Chapter Two

Copyright 2002

by Chris Bellows

Part One

Tony’s Story

Chapter Two

Nurse Annika’s method of punishment by way of humiliation seemed to open doors for Brandy. Not only did she prove to herself and to me that she was in control, my strolling about plugged and with wrists secured spurred her imagination and made her quite brazen.

If Nurse Annika could so easily have me running about plugged and erect, what would limit this young ‘Princess’, not only becoming prettier each day but also becoming bolder and bolder with the development of a modeling career that made her the envy of her schoolmates.

She sneaked tubing from her mother’s medical supply similar to that used by Nurse Annika. But Brandy not only wanted my hands immobilized, she delighted in encircling my scrotum, beginning to burgeon under the weight of my growing gonads, with a long section of tubing and using it as leash.

Between the normal visits from the nurse for refreshments, I many times found myself in the deep section of the pool, hands restrained with the only thing saving me from drowning being the tubing knotted about my scrotum and a mischievous Brandy holding my head above water utilizing the free end while idly sitting on the diving board.

She had me kicking my legs endlessly. Yet I still slipped below the surface where I would await the uncomfortable but life saving tugs on the tube to bring my head back above the surface. There I would look into the angelic face of my tormentress.

“Saved you again, Tony,” she would exuberantly declare.

And I am ashamed to say I relished the feel of her hands on the leash, connected to organs where I could now sense the exchange of sexual power from this awkward swarthy pubescent 12 year old to the child beauty queen.

At age fifteen, Brandy was appearing on the covers of fashion magazines. When working, she appeared to be a gorgeous adult in full make up. Around the pool in a bathing suit, skimpier in design with each year, she was the vision of male masturbatory fantasies.

Yes, sometime in my twelfth year, I begin to stroke myself in the seclusion of my bedroom. I pictured Brandy as I rapidly worked my hand. And the fluid that Nurse Annika so deftly caused me to secrete not only turned cloudy but spurted out in thick gobs.

Hair began to grow in places where my skin was formerly completely exposed and Nurse Annika took delight in pointing that out each afternoon when she helped me out of my clothes.

Then one afternoon instead of sending me off to the pool with the firm slap to my buttocks which had me dashing through the house before any patients could see my nakedness, I was commanded once again onto the examination table.

I obediently placed my feet in the stirrups, bringing a knowing smile from the nurse as she donned gloves. My submission gave her comfort.

For the first time I felt my testicles dangle. I blamed it on Brandy’s constant toying, not knowing that my plums were ripening on their own and now hung quite freely with the onset of puberty.

“I had a talk with your Mom, Tony. You haven’t been playing with this have you?”

Nurse Annika was skinning back my flaccid penis as she questioned me. Not having a man in the house, and having received no instructions from Mom concerning the hygienics required of an uncircumcised penis, there was a goodly build up of smegma beneath the sheath. It slid back easily and knowing fingers pinched the prepuce to deter erection.

“Goodness, Tony. We must keep this cleaner. Young males produce an abundance of smegma and it should be kept under control.”

My penis was trying to tumefy and the amazingly experienced fingers of the handsome nurse knew exactly how to stop the normal reaction of a naked 12 year old male being handled in such a sensitive area. She trapped the prepuce with the fingers of her left hand as she swabbed with her right.

“We’ll tend to this for your Mom.”

She cleaned me. I was embarrassed, and to this day still am, to think that I learned proper male hygiene from an assertive female.

She released my penis to let it harden while she carefully checked my testicles, scrupulously kneading each egg and I suppose feeling for cysts and other irregularities. Then she took the time to shave what little hair had grown.

“We want you nice and presentable now, don’t we?”

By the time she was through my manhood was standing in salute. I did not know what to say or do. She was in control and I did not wish for another inflatable plug to add to my embarrassment.

Alas I was happy to find I was given quarter. She released me with my proud penis standing and swatted my left cheek to send me off to the pool. With the delay I knew there were patients milling about and the dash to the pool to join Brandy was faster then ever. By the time I arrived I noticed that my stiffness had not subsided at all. Running through the house with a larger than ever erection and the possibility of being observed seemed to keep it standing.

Brandy awaited with the tubing and a smile.

“Here, Tony. Hands behind your back.”

The tubing provided an incredibly effective bond. Though one half inch in diameter, it stretched like a large rubber band. Thus when tying it in the simplest of knots it contracted against itself and formed an ineluctable seal around my wrists.

On this day Brandy added to her assortment of torments. She brought to the pool a decorative silk scarf and despite the brightness of the cloudless day, I was soon immersed in darkness as she wrapped the silk around my head to cover my eyes. Then the second longer section of tubing was wound about my scrotum and, for the first time, my penis. The elasticity seemed to inhibit me from becoming flaccid. At least it felt that way and within minutes the deviant Brandy was leading me about the pool area erect and blindfolded.

“Mom’s got a long procedure planned this afternoon, Tony. I doubt if Annika will be checking on us soon.”

I was oddly both excited and concerned. As written, the occasional visits from the authoritative nurse were the only respite I received during long afternoons of Brandy’s play. And here I was bound and blinded and being led about by my precious organs.

It was difficult to determine to what section of the pool area she led me. I later found it was a far off corner which was for the most part not visible from the kitchen area where Nurse Annika emerged with snacks. Whatever Brandy was planning she was buying time, taking me where she could see or hear the Nurse before we in turn were spotted.

“Lie down.”

I complied. She had taken the time to move a lounge chair, normally prominently positioned to afford the user the maximum exposure to the sun.

I was on my back and she released my wrists then quickly resecured them under the chair. She adjusted the back and I lied supine. The leash leading to my testicles and penis was tied off somewhere below my feet.

This was the afternoon when I learned that girls have hormones too. I heard the slight rustle of clothing then felt Brandy’s weight on my chest! And my nose detected a familiar fragrance of which I had only caught brief wafts in the past. I would learn over time, it was the musky but most pleasing scent of an aroused female.

Brandy had removed her bikini!

“If you say anything to Mom or Nurse Annika, there will be a very heavy price to pay, Tony.”

With her warning she tugged on my penis leash. I winced and nodded, fully understanding that the impunity of the child Princess and her image of purity were not to be trifled.

She wiped her finger across my upper lip. The scent was incredibly strong. She had gathered up the evidence of her arousal and shared it. Then I received a second helping. This time a very wet thumb and forefinger was inserted into my nostrils, thoroughly coating my olfactory senses. She smelled divine.

“Want to taste?” she teased.

Yes. I did indeed.

She slid down my chest. I felt the warmth of her thighs on my cheeks then an odoriferous wetness about my lips.

“Be a good boy and lick.”

I did and in return felt her finger tips ever so briefly brush the exposed tip of my penis.

I licked again and felt the fingers again.

I was taught rudimentary cunnilingus that afternoon with her fingers rewarding me like a trained animal. She did not allow me to climax. But I felt an inner glow being of service to this future beauty pageant queen. Her spendings were frequent and her juices flowed with abundance. I only wish I could have observed her nakedness as she did mine.

As usual her timing was superb. Having had several apparent orgasms she arose to don her bathing attire just as the sounds of the kitchen door announced Nurse Annika’s delayed offering of refreshments.

Brandy tore off the scarf, saturated with her arousal and ripped the tubing from my wrists. She hurried to greet the nurse as I pulled the leash from my manhood, engorged and the color of purple from the limited circulation.

Brandy tried to divert the nurse’s attention but my penis could not shrink fast enough. The semi erect and discolored organ hinted that I was engaging in sordid activity of some type. And the child queen could not possibly be suspected of misbehavior. Therefore in the mind of the Nurse there was only one possible answer to her unasked question.

“Oh, Tony. You’re not learning are you.”

Brandy knew to immediately retreat from any position aiding my defense.

“It is rather annoying, Annika. He constantly wants to show it to me as it gets big and hard.”

Little did I realize that with Brandy’s comment and my Mother’s recent phone call expressing concern about stained and crusted sheets, my fate was sealed.