A Touch Too Tight

by

Kortpeel

It was cute. Shyly, Leah had asked me to help her buy a vibrator. My guess was that she’d been talking to her friends and they’d got her sold on the idea. I went with her to the Adult Shop. The girl in the shop knew her stuff and her down to earth enthusiasm for the merchandise quickly got Leah over her shyness. My wife soon adopted her matter of fact approach.

The assistant steered Leah away from the big black vibrator that Leah picked out. "That model is more for the older woman who lives alone," made Leah lose interest. She picked out a smaller model more suited to the young wife that Leah is. Now having got into the swing of things Leah wanted to know more. She thought the battery operated plastic vaginas were a hoot – but not for her husband. Instead her eye fell upon some weird gadget in stainless steel. "What are these things?" she asked the assistant.

"They’re to make sure that hubby is a good boy when you’re not around to keep an eye on him. The tube part fits over his willie so he can’t get to it."

The assistant showed Leah how it fitted. The clincher for Leah was that it locked and she could keep the key.

The first thing Leah said as we got home was "So get undressed and we’ll try on your restraint."

Why not? It seemed like it would be fun. It was too. I got a hard on and it wouldn’t go on. Leah could see that it wasn’t going to go on all the time I was in this state.

"Let’s leave it for a while. We’ll do the washing up and try later," she said.

Washing dishes, even in the nude is not conducive to erectile sustainment. My prick went down. Leah slipped the tube part over my penis and snapped up the lock before I could respond.

"Well, it’s on."

I would have got a hard on again but within that tube thing I couldn’t. It was quite painful in a nice sort of way.

"Wouldn’t you like to try out your vibrator?" I asked her.

"All right."

The vibrator worked well. Between us, with Leah telling me what worked and what didn’t Leah got several climaxes. She wanted some ‘proper’ sex now that she was in the mood but my prick was pressing so hard against the tube that it wouldn’t come off. For some reason Leah found that extraordinarily funny and fell about laughing.

Even worse I ended up bursting for a pee and with a frustrated hard on I couldn’t let go. It made no difference standing up or sitting down. Leah watching with such interest didn’t help either.

"It really does work though, doesn’t it?" she said.

We decided to go for a walk in the park to take our minds off sex for a while. She’d left it unlock and hoped it would drop off.

"These things ought to be illegal. I think it could do irrepairable harm,"

Trouble with that device was that I couldn’t forget about it. I was conscious of it all the time and that kept my erectile urge going enough to stop it from coming off. I’m fairly sure that Leah was aware of it too – and was amused by it.

"How’s your device?" and "Have you gone down yet?" were the kind of questions she would ask from time to time as we strolled along. I’m sure she was doing it deliberately.

"Suppose it never comes off?" she asked me when we got back to the house. "Then what will happen?"

"It will be a lifetime of chastity for both of us," I told her.

She pretended to take that seriously. "I don’t think I could handle that. Would you mind too much if I made other arrangements in that area?"

Leah knew that I had a thing about her going with other guys. I’d discovered the trait in me when she’d told me about her old flames from before we’d met.

"Who did you have in mind?"

"No-one in particular. But I’m sure there are plenty of guys out there who would be adequate."

I knew there were.

She went on "After all, it’d just be for sex. I wouldn’t be interested in a relationship so just about any halfway decent guy would do. All I’d need really is just a working penis."

"You want a stud."

"Yes. A well hung chap with a nice body and who knows how to use it. It wouldn’t matter if he’s not much in other ways. So have you gone down yet?"

Of course I hadn’t. "No."

Back home she told me "Get undressed while I make the tea. I might have to try brute force on it."

Brute didn’t work but it did hurt. My prick was pressing so tightly inside the tube that it pulled the skin with it. "Well, I guess we’ll just have to sleep on it," Leah said. "Pity ‘cos I’m still in the mood."

She was too. She got herself off to sleep with the vibrator.

I woke up about four a.m. with a would-be hard on and my prick pressing against the sides of the tube. I wouldn’t get back to sleep so I got up, made some tea, woke up Leah with a cup and then got showered and dressed. Somewhere in the course of that I managed a pee too. Just in time. It felt like my bladder was going to burst.

At work during the day I managed to forget about the damned device although I remembered to use the stalls to take a leak. Leah had left it unlocked so why didn’t I take it off? Because every time I thought to do so I got a hard on. Once I got my mind off it and was thinking about work or whatever it was fine and didn’t bother me.

I found myself making a point of not thinking about sex. Anything to avoid my prick pressing against the inside of that damned tube. On the second day of work I stayed on late at work and after everyone had gone home I had another try at pulling off the device. It still wouldn’t come off and it hurt like hell. It hurt so much it scared me. I didn’t try again.

"Did you get your tube off?" Leah asked me that evening.

"No."

"Let’s have another try. Get undressed."

"No." I told Leah what had happened.

"Hmm, it’s getting a bit smelly in there too. It’s got to come off. There is one other thing we could try," Leah said.

"Yeah?"

"You could have a prostate massage."

Leah could see that I didn’t know about a prostate massage.

"Basically it involves putting a finger up your bum and stroking your prostate gland. That causes an ejaculation and then your prick should go down."

That it didn’t much appeal to me showed on my face. But needs must. "Let’s do it," I said.

"All right." Leah went to the phone and made a call. "Hello Jean. He’s agreed. Ready when you are." She turned to me. "Okay, I know this is unorthodox but desperate problems call for desperate solutions. Let’s go." Leah drove.

"Who’s Jean and what’s she got to do with this?"

"She’s a nursing sister. We were at school together and I’ve kept in loose touch with her ever since. She’s expert in men’s urino-genital thingies. You’ll be in good hands with her."

"She’s going to stick her finger up my bum?"

"Don’t worry. She’s professional."

We turned into the main gate of the huge general hospital in our town. The façade was Victorian – it had originally been a workhouse for the poor and destitute. Since then it had been added on every ten years or so and Leah drove to a very modern looking extension and parked. "Men’s urino-genital unit. It’s new," she said.

It was so new it still smelt of paint. At reception we asked for Sister Brown and headed off in the direction indicated. Sister Brown was having a cup of tea when we went into her office and she offered us a cup too. Leah accepted for both of us.

Leah and Jean nattered away happily, catching up with each other. I drank my tea. In Jean’s line of work there were plenty of cases that made a fascinating topic for intimate female conversation. Once they got going on that I sensed it was going to be a long evening. I stood up.

"Where’re you going?" Leah asked.

"For a pee."

"Good idea," Sister Brown said. "I’ll get one of the nurses to prep you." She called down the corridor and a petite, very young looking nurse appeared. "Take Mr. Cummins to empty his bladder and then get him ready for a prostate massage in the examination room."

"This way Mr. Cummins." One thing about hospitals: they kind of take over. You can’t even pee without it being a medical procedure.

Then to a small cubicle where I had to undress and put on a gown. Wearing that tube device I hoped to do this in privacy. Not a chance. The nurse got me undressed as if I were disabled. She got a good look at my device, didn’t say anything but couldn’t control her smirk. She helped me into a stupid hospital gown and kindly knotted the ties at the back for me, her hands brushing my butt in the course of doing so. I followed her down the corridor, my backside exposed to the world’s gaze, to the examination room where I had to hurry up and wait. I lay on the examination table and waited. It seemed like ages before Sister Brown and the pretty young nurse came in followed by Leah. Sister Brown checked my restraint device briefly. I’m sure it was as much for personal interest as for medical reasons. "How long has he been wearing it?" She slipped a condom over the metal tube.

"Three days now," Leah said.

"Please lie on your side in a foetal position," Sister Brown said to me, putting on a surgical glove.

I did so, presenting my backside. I felt like a female chimpanzee. All three of the females were trying to be professional and serious minded but I knew full well that this was going to be one of those cases that would get told and laughed over in the years to come.

Vaseline was being applied to my asshole. "Now do please try and relax here," Sister Brown said. I heard the tremor in her voice such as when a person is trying hard not to laugh. Then there was a pressure on my sphincter and I felt Sister Brown’s latex-clad and vaselined finger enter my rectum. I had to resist the instinct to excrete it. Provided I relaxed it wasn’t too unpleasant but it wasn’t an activity I would indulge in for pleasure.

The next part perhaps was. I had this weird feeling as her finger found my prostate. Kind of sexy and arousing but different from anything I’d ever experienced before.

Normally I have a degree of control over my ejaculations. Not this time. I squirted a load into the condom. I was almost disappointed as Sister Brown took her finger out. It was over too soon.

I rolled over onto my back, limp pricked and not the least bit aroused. Sister Brown removed the restraint. "Oh dear!" she said.

My prick had turned black.

"Nurse please ask Dr. Wilkins to come here."

"Jean, what’s happened?" Leah asked.

"That black must be from bruising, pressing too hard against the tube."

I was aware of a faint but unpleasant odour. Then I saw Leah sniff and knew she could smell it too.

The woman in the white coat and stethoscope had to be Dr. Wilkins. She made the briefest of examinations. "I’m sorry," she said to me. "You’ve lost your penis."

No I hadn’t. It was still there. So it was a bit bruised but that would clear up.

"See if you can retract the foreskin," Dr. Wilkins said.

The foreskin and all the rest of the skin fell apart in my hand. A clear liquid leaked out from the exposed flesh and the stench was noisome. Leah just made it to a chair before she collapsed. The young nurse who’d returned with Dr. Wilkins gagged and ran out of the room.

I’d snatched my hand away and was wiping it on the linen of the examining table. Bits of my prick were sticking to it.

"Gangrene." Dr. Wilkins said. That tube you were wearing must have been too tight. It cut off the blood supply. It’ll have to come off and the sooner the better."

"Can’t you save it? There must be other options?"

The doctor shook her head. "At this stage we are unable to restore life to necrotic tissue. You have to face up to it Mr. Cummins. Your dick is dead. Deceased. Perished Passed on."

"Kicked the bucket," Sister Brown suggested.

"Gone to the great vagina in the sky."

"But it was a gallant last stand."

The two of them were acting like silly schoolgirls. I thought their levity in the face of my tragedy was disgusting. Maybe it was just their way of coping with it.

The young nurse came back in. She looked very pale and was still shaking. "Get him prepped for a penectomy nurse," Sister Brown heartlessly ordered the girl.

They left me and the nurse to it. I was in a state of shock and not thinking straight. Here was a beautiful young woman shaving my pube and I had a dead prick. It was a repulsive, ugly stinking thing. I just wanted to be detached from it.

When the nurse had finished she couldn’t get away quickly enough. I couldn’t blame her.

Dr. Wilkins came in with Sister Brown. "We need to you to sign a consent form," Sister Brown said.

"And it has to be informed consent. You do understand that your penis is dead and has to be removed?"

"Yes."

"Now there is something else too. Without your penis you’ll have to sit to micturate."

"Pee," Sister Brown translated.

"There is another thing. We are going to remove your testicles too."

"What for?"

Dr Wilkins chose her words carefully. "It’s fairly common for a man to have his testicles removed. Then we leave the penis alone. It is a convenient thing to have and can still function for its non-sexual purpose."

I nodded. I could see that clearly enough.

"However, without a penis there is no point in having testicles. There is no way for you to- er ejaculate. There is a build up of sperm and libido to the point where it could actually be dangerous for you."

"And hygiene too," Sister Brown said. "When you pee it will run down over your scrotum."

I had to wince.

"So they come off too. Sign here please." Dr. Wilkins took the clipboard and held it for me sign."

What choice did I have? I signed. They gave me a pill that caused me to lose interest in the whole damned business and the next thing I know was waking up next morning in a hospital bed. I felt remarkably well too until the full horror of it all dawned on me.

Dr Wilkins stopped by on her rounds. "It was a dry gangrene. No infection so the healing process should be uncomplicated and straightforward. We had to remove the part of the penis that is inside the body too so we took out the prostate for good measure. You don’t need it any more so you’re better off without it. Your urethra now comes out right at the bottom so, in a sitting position, you’ll be aiming straight down. We had a construct a sphincter so you can have some control over your urine flow. It will be while until the surgery heals and you’ll have a certain leakage problem in the meantime. Sister Brown is explaining all that to your wife."

"I see," I said.

"You were particularly unlucky with what happened," the Doctor said. "You were wearing a standard sized restraint device but as it happens your penis must have been exceptionally large to get a constriction like that."

A couple of days later Leah was driving me home. I’d been kitted up with a sanitary pad held in place with a panty girdle. Leah asked me what the pad was like. She always preferred tampons for leakage control. "That panty girdle does hold your tummy in nicely," she remarked. "Perhaps I ought to get one too."

Joking about it was the best thing that Leah could have done. I could quite easily have had a nervous breakdown at the horror I was living through. Leah was being caring and supportive toward me, suppressing her own shock and horror for my sake. I was glad she was standing by me after this tragedy. I said as much to her.

"Of course silly. I love you and I’d never leave you just because of what’s happened. I shall always be here for you. And you don’t need to worry about me. I’ve found a suitable guy with a great body, just like we said."

I couldn’t decide whether or not she was just teasing.

End