The Cruel Nurse.

In the near future where sex-offenders are castrated in hospitals 
as a matter of course, an air-conditioning technician secretly 
witnesses a man lose his manhood to a pretty sexy Nurse. The sex-
offenders lifetime of suffering amount only to an evening of 
amusement for her. And she doesn't like men to come and make a mess 
in her spotless hospital ward. 

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The Cruel Nurse.

(The near future, castration has been sanctioned for sex offenders 
in special hospital wards – already the system is being abused.)


I am an air conditioning repairman. I work for a company that 
specializes in industrial and institutional installation and 
repair. I well remember a scene I witnessed in a city hospital 
while crawling on an inspection tour through some ductwork. I heard 
a noise coming from the nearest ventilation grill to what I knew to 
be the quite isolated castration ward of the hospital, so I peered 
through it to investigate. I could not believe what I saw.
      A male sex-offender about twenty years old was lying on his 
back in a private wardroom with his Johnny pulled almost up to his 
chest. His arms and legs were in traction restraints so that he was 
spread-eagled and naked on the hospital bed. He looked totally 
helpless because of the straps on him. A very pretty young nurse, 
perhaps in her late 20’s, was sitting beside him on his bed, and 
his genitals were totally exposed to her. She was a really well 
built and shapely red head, and her body seemed ready to burst out 
of her short, tight uniform skirt. Her hair was up in a tight bun, 
and she was smiling. Her uniform blouse was tight across her full 
breasts, and she was wearing rubber gloves.
      The patient had a huge erection, and she was gently 
manipulating him. His chest was heaving with each panting breath, 
and he was moaning. She sat there, prim and proper, pulling his 
foreskin up and down his stiff, excited shaft. His pre-cum was 
dripping all over her rubber gloves. She smiled as she skinned his 
excited penis up and down. The guy was really well hung. Her hand 
looked small on him, and his balls were bouncing with each stroke 
of her teasing hand. He started to beg her to make him 
come: "Please, please masturbate me. I haven't been able to even 
jerk off for so long. Please let me come."
      She giggled and purred, "Oooh, poor baby. I'll masturbate you 
and get your messy pre-cum all over my nice clean gloves. But I 
won't let you spurt your goo. That’s not how I have my fun. I just 
want to sexually torment you and tease your helpless genitals. I am
going to do this to you every day I can. It's going to be sheer 
torture for you, but fun for me. When my hubby and I fuck tonight 
and I'm creaming all over his stiff shaft, I'll think of you - of 
how I abuse and tease your agonized prick with out relief. Your 
sexual agony will amuse me and make my sex life even more of a turn-
on."
      I couldn't believe what this pretty and innocent looking 
nurse with her cute, starched uniform and cap was saying. 
Obviously, she was a cruel and sadistic bitch who really enjoyed 
making her patient miserable and humiliating him. As I kept 
watching, she stopped her masturbation. She laughed at the poor 
guy's groan of disappointment. I could tell by the way the guy 
writhed and squirmed that she was making him suffer a lot. His 
inflamed cock was rock hard and pointing at the ceiling the whole 
time. Every now and then she would play with his bursting balls, 
weighing them and pulling on them. She made fun of him and 
humiliated him by rubbing and pulling his prick.
      After that she tightened a blood pressure sleeve around the 
base of the poor guy's cock until he bit his lip to stop from 
groaning in pain; only then did she stop squeezing the pressure 
bulb. Then she giggled cruelly and pulled the guy's sheet back over 
him, leaving him like that. He was writhing in acute discomfort. He 
begged her to remove the sleeve from his penis. She said she would 
if he would do one thing for her in return. She said that she 
needed a foot massage, since his hands were restrained, he would 
have to use his mouth. She slipped off her left shoe and put her 
pretty, white, stocking foot in his face. "Now be a good boy and 
smell nurse’s stinky feet," she cooed. The poor guy moaned and 
began kissing and sniffing her feet while she laughed at his 
humiliation. He kissed the ball of her foot and down the arch to 
her heel. Knowledge of his degradation was written all over his 
face.
      "Ooooh, that feels nice," she said. "Now, if you want me to 
do you a favor and free your poor cock, lick my toes." The guy 
groaned as she curled her stocking toes and stuffed them in his 
mouth. Finally, she seemed to tire of her game. She put her shoe 
on, got up and stood by his bed. Then she pulled the sheet back 
over him. She ignored his
sobbing pleas and told him she had decided that she wouldn't free 
his penis until the end
of her shift in three hours. 
      Then she seemed to pause, however, and in a moment or two, 
she reached down and exposed him again. His cock was stiff as a 
board and looked silly. Only two inches were
visible above the sleeve she had put on him. She played with his 
balls and looked over to a trolley in the corner of the room, which 
seemed to have some shiny metal instruments on, she smiled to 
herself. Then she opened the curtain around his bed and walked over 
to the trolley, hips wiggling sexily. I couldn't see what she was 
doing but I heard metal clanking – she returned to him with some 
metal instruments in a shiny steel bowl. “Maybe I should do you 
now?” she said, placing the bowl and instruments between his spread 
legs. “Please, please…”, he moaned, looking past his large hard-on 
trapped in the blood pressure sleeve. I watched as she tightened a 
plastic tie around his balls to make them bulge out tight against 
their skin sac. She swabbed them and then placed the bowl under his 
balls so they hung over into it – ready to fall…. I couldn’t 
believe it, his castration seemed to be days away – had she the 
power to bring it forward at a whim? I couldn’t help but look 
curiously at the guy’s big cock-head protruding so stiffly above 
the sleeve on his shaft – it looked ready to burst.  
      The room was silent with tension at the events which were 
unfolding. She began to tease a pair of quite large surgical 
scissors around his balls. He moaned quietly, “I’m not due until 
Monday, please, Monday….” He fell silent again. She replied 
nonchalantly, “Friday, Monday, what’s the difference – did you have 
a hot date for the week-end?” She smiled at her own joke. I 
couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I knew this went on nowadays, 
but surely….. My thoughts drifted and I found myself hardly 
breathing as I looked on. She placed the scissors around the very 
base of his rampant organ, which could not have gone down under any 
circumstances. I wondered if the guy would have been hard without 
the sleeve on his shaft – after all he was a sex-offender. He 
stared in silence at the open blades around his erection, then at 
her. She closed them so they touched his shaft, “Please…..” he 
moaned. “Pretty please,” she replied, in a now very feminine 
sounding voice. 
      She withdrew the scissors and then suddenly climbed onto his 
bed and sat on his chest and belly facing his feet and genitals. 
Her uniform skirt rode up to reveal red knickers! The knickers had 
been worn all her shift no doubt and had ridden up slightly into 
the crack of her bottom – further revealing her very white full and 
shapely bottom cheeks. The kind of rounded fullness only women who 
are physically fit have. Though I was too far away I felt I could 
almost smell her femininity from where I was – I knew that he could 
for sure. Thank goodness, I thought selfishly, that I had a side 
view and could see everything. His cock, which was quite huge 
really, stuck up proudly between her spread stockinged legs. She 
looked at it and said, “Now, where shall we put this?” I 
thought ‘No, surely,’ but then watched as she gripped the shaft, 
and lifting her skirt briefly at the front placed it at her crotch. 
I couldn’t see what she was doing exactly but her hands were 
working beneath her skirt at something – then both of them 
stiffened simultaneously. “There, that’s your hot date – but it 
won’t last long,” she breathed. I couldn’t see, but I knew beyond 
doubt that she had placed his angry bursting knob into her vagina! 
With the sleeve on, no more than an inch or two could have gone in. 
She then pulled her skirt up and tucked it into her belt so that it 
didn’t restrict her access to his balls. I could now just see her 
knicker crotch pulled to one side and the end of his thick shaft 
disappearing behind it…. This was unbelievable! He was moaning now, 
I didn’t know if it was fear, sexual torment or both. I knew that 
with that tight sleeve on there was no way he could have come. 
      I watched in fascinated horror as she again swabbed around 
his tightly bound balls with an antiseptic, all the while his big 
hard plum must have been jostled just within her hot vagina, there 
was no doubt that she was very turned on. She reached for the 
scissors and seemed to become more excited as she did so – what 
power she must be feeling I thought. He seemed to buck now against 
his straps, which were too tight to allow him to do anything at 
all. She seemed to be enjoying his bucking however. “Please, 
please, my balls, please….,” he moaned now. The scissors were now 
around the root of his big balls, and he could no doubt feel them – 
her other hand was pulling on the balls. She stiffened and sighed, 
had she come?? Then stated, “You bad boy, look what you’ve done to 
me.” And then. “Now I must punish you once and for all!” She looked 
down, pulled harder on his testicles and stared intently as she 
closed the scissor blades on his trapped balls. He bucked as much 
as his straps allowed, I watched blood appear, and then her 
clutching hand jerked as his balls came away. She dropped them 
carelessly into the shiny steel bowl and turned to watch his face – 
now with his eyes closed and sheened in sweat. I noticed that his 
cock was still rock hard with its head firmly lodged in her 
clutching vagina.    
I couldn't stand to see any more, so I kept crawling down the 
ventilation shaft on my
inspection tour. I never forgot what I saw, and the strange 
behaviour of the cruel nurse gives me nightmares even to this day. 
The strange thing is that I always awake from those nightmares with 
the biggest hard-on possible.