When I was in the hospital I had a verbal dispute with the nurse. She responded by having her Team put me in restraints. That way she had total control. I was helpless.
While being put in restraints, my hospital gown had gotten pulled up leaving my c*** and balls fully exposed for all to see.
A young gal came into my room. She saw my c*** and balls and took a good look at them. She was talking with the nurse and the CNA (Certified Nursing Assistant). She was a Medical Technician and she was there to draw my blood. She made a joke about drawing blood from my exposed thing, which was on display for her. I heard the nurse tell her, “Sure go ahead. You need to practice your skills so you are ready if you need to do an emergency blood draw in the ER. It’s just hanging out waiting for you. You came in at the right time.”
The young female Medical Technician examined my c*** and balls as she prepared to do a blood draw. She squeezed my balls as she examined them. I moaned as she grasped them and squeezed them. I was in restraints so I couldn’t resist. My c*** got an erection while she was examining it. It stiffened and became very hard as she probed the shaft and prodded my balls.
The nurse and CNA both agreed that the c*** was the ideal site for drawing blood from a male. They said it is the natural location to draw blood on all males.
The nurse said blood would routinely be drawn from the shaft if not for the absurd and pointless social taboo. If medical considerations prevailed, it would be standard practice to administer medications, take blood draws and insert IV lines in the shaft and scrotum.
The medical tech said the c*** and balls are ideally situated mid-line or medially to distribute medication to vital areas. The c*** is external, easily accessed and utilized in emergencies. The c*** is an excellent medical port, as studies have shown its blood flow efficiently absorbs and disperses medication. The CNA agreed with them.
Then the nurse stepped over and grabbed my c*** and said, “I think I’ll put a catheter up this thing before you draw the blood.” She sent the CNA to get a 22 Foley catheter. The CNA asked if the nurse wanted it that large and she replied, “Yes, I always like to start with a larger one. He’ll take it.” The nurse pulled on my erection, wiggled it and dug her nails into it. It got rock hard for her. It was so hard it turned purple. The CNA returned with the large Foley catheter. She told the nurse that she practiced on mannequins but hadn’t done a catheterization on a real patient and asked if she could put it in. The nurse said sure.
The CNA opened the package, took out the Foley and let it dangle. It looked long and the nurse said to me, “That is going up inside you, all the way in.” They tilted the bed up so I could see. The CNA spread my opening and was going to apply some lubricant but the nurse stopped her. The nurse said, “He doesn’t need that. The catheter is already lubed by the manufacturer, so just push it up his thing.”
The CNA grabbed my erect c*** and pushed the catheter in my spread opening. It met some resistance so she twisted and pulled on my erection to get the catheter moving. She pushed it up my swollen c*** and it burned. I begged her to take it out. The nurse said, “No. It’s going in. It’s going in all the way in.” She told the CNA to continue with the insertion.
I was moaning as it was spreading me open. The head of my c*** burned and I felt like I had to pee. I told them it was too big. The med tech said, “You’ll manage.” The nurse added, “I told you it’s not coming out.” The CNA shoved it in deeper until it hit a very painful spot and I howled. She paused and asked the nurse if it was OK. The nurse took hold of the catheter and backed it out and then in again. It caused pain as she pressed it in. She backed it out and in several times. She was toying with it. She watched me gasp each time she pushed it in. She said it was the sphincter muscle and told the CNA to just push past it. The CNA took the catheter and rammed it in while I shrieked in pain. The nurse looked on and smirked.
The nurse and med tech congratulated the CNA on her first catheterization. They gave her high fives and took pics on their phones of the CNA posing next to her first catheterized c***. It was rock hard and impaled on the catheter as she held it in her hand and smiled for trophy pics. The nurse grasped my balls and told me to congratulate the CNA. I felt my balls being squeezed so I did as I was told. I told the CNA congratulations on your first real catheterization.
The CNA said I should say thank you. I just looked at her. The nurse said, “Well you were just told to say thank you for putting the catheter up your thing.” As the nurse pressed my balls, I looked at the CNA and said, “Thank you very much for putting the catheter up my thing.” It was so humiliating. I was made to congratulate her and then I had to thank her, while the nurse and med tech smirked and took video. My c*** was burning in pain and my face was burning with embarrassment.
Then the nurse asked me if I’d like to apologize to her and everyone for being a problem and arguing with her. I told her I apologized for being a problem and I was sorry for arguing with her. The nurse said she hoped I had learned my place and that I would remember this experience. She made it sound like it was a question and so I replied, “Yes ma’am I learned my place and I’m sorry for back talking you”.
The nurse asked the CNA if she wanted to take more pics of her accomplishment. The nurse asked me what I thought about more pics. I replied that I would like her to take as many pics as she wanted. She did. She took a lot more pics while holding my erect c*** with the catheter protruding out my opening. She pointed at it. She told me to smile. She let go of my erection and watched it twitch about, impaled by the large catheter.
The nurse explained that med techs may have to take a blood sample from a c*** in an emergency so it was important for the med tech to practice her skills. I was surprised that the nurse called it a c***. She asked if I’d like the med tech to use this opportunity to practice her skills by taking a blood sample from my thing. I replied that I would like her to do that. “You’d like her to do what?” the nurse asked. I said I’d like her to practice her skills and to take a blood sample from my thing. The nurse said I should politely ask her to do that. So I looked at the smirking med tech and I asked, “Would you please take a blood sample from my c***?”
I was so totally humiliated. I was strapped down. My c*** was erect, throbbing with little pulsations that were easily seen and that made it wobble. I was red faced with humiliation. I was made to practically beg her. The nurse made me beg her to take blood from my c***. I felt so small and so humble. I was so helpless.
Then she turned it over to the med tech.
The Medical Technician pulled on my hard shaft and said, “Oh this looks like a nice vein”, and she tapped it a few times as my erection throbbed. The med tech looked at me and said, “Yes that’s good, let it get as hard as it can. That will help get good blood flow.” The Nurse said, “Sure that is a good spot, go ahead.”
The Nurse and her CNA assistant watched and smirked as the med tech inserted the long needle in my shaft. The med tech wiggled it in and dug it in deep as I gasp from the sharp pain. The CNA remarked, “Oh I’d love to stick a needle in there.”
A tube was being filled as the blood flowed out of my c***. The Nurse said, “You should drain it all. Empty that thing.” They all chuckled. The med tech said, “This is a great spot to draw blood. We should draw it from this thing all the time.” The CNA agreed and said, “Yes you should. Why waste time? Just go right to the source, as she gazed at my tormented and impaled erection.”
They took photos on their smart phones of my swollen c*** being pierced to get blood. They posed next to my hard c***, pointed at it, held it and smiled like it was their trophy.
My nurse transferred the photos to the med tech and CNA’s phone so they’d have them too. I don’t know who has seen the photos or who has them. They have it all on video too. My nurse said it was to teach other Medical Technicians and Nurses. She looked at me and said, “You want other Medical Technicians to learn don’t you? You want to be used as a teaching example don’t you?” As her eyes glared at me I said, “Yes ma’am I want to be used as a teaching example.”
The nurse asked me, “Are you happy to volunteer for the opportunity to be a teaching example for medical staff?” I answered, “Yes ma’am thank you for the opportunity. I’m happy to volunteer to be a teaching example for the medical staff.” The nurse said I signed a photo release when I checked into the hospital. Just to be sure, she made me sign another release.
Then the girl from the cafeteria walked into my room. She was there to collect the food trays. She paused and looked at my impaled c***. She watched the blood flow from my c*** through the line to fill the tube. She was fascinated by a blood draw being done on a c***. She just stood their and watched and watched. It added to my humiliation.
I asked if they could close the door to my room so I could have some privacy. The nurse said, “No. All are welcome to come in and see and learn.” Then she said, “You don’t deserve privacy, but I’ll give you privacy.” She took a roll of tape from her pocket and she taped my eyes shut so I couldn’t see anything. She said, “Now you have privacy. You won’t see who comes into this room.”
I heard the cafeteria girl say she was there to collect the food trays. The nurse told her to take her time and stay as long as she liked. The CNA added, “Pull up a chair and watch.” I heard the cafeteria girl joyfully say OK.
They all chatted with the cafeteria girl about my c***, catheterization and blood draws and I heard the nurse say, “OK sure.” I guess the cafeteria girl must have asked if it was OK to take pics and the nurse said “OK sure” because then I heard the camera shutter taking more pics. So the cafeteria girl took some pics on her phone too. My c*** was being handled and positioned but I couldn’t see if the cafeteria girl had it in her hand to position it for her pics or if someone else was holding it. I was flushed with humiliation as I my c*** and balls were handled and photographed by a cafeteria girl.
In the days that followed I could hear people coming in and out of my room. My c*** and balls were examined, but I couldn’t see by who. The examinations were different so I think it was different people. Sometimes my c*** and balls were handled very roughly. Other times the examination was mostly about my c*** and other times it was focused on my balls. I heard camera shutters taking pics.
I’ll never know who was there examining my c*** and balls or who took pics. It could have been anyone who passed by. It could have been the cleaning lady or maybe the cafeteria girl brought her friends, or the pharmacy girl, or even visitors to another room.
When I’m out in public I think people are staring at me and I wonder if they have seen my photos with my erection sticking up in the air and my balls hanging out. Is that why they are looking at me. Are they thinking, “Oh that’s the boy who had his c*** catheterized and he got an erection for the nurses. He’s the one who had his c*** bled by that young med tech gal.”
I wonder how many people have seen the photos. How many will see me strapped down with my c*** and balls exposed. What they will think of me with my purple c*** impaled and pierced, bled and tormented. Will they laugh. Will they cheer? Will they wish they had been there? Will they agree with the nurse that I deserved it? Will they praise the nurse? Will they say the med tech should have taken more blood?
Will they agree with the nurse that it is the natural location to draw blood on all males? Will they want it to be standard practice to routinely draw blood from the shaft and scrotum? Would they make me have it done again?
Will other nurses learn that this is the way to handle and control a combative patient? Will they strap me down again when I go in the hospital?
I have dreams of me begging the CNA to catheterize me so I don’t pee all over the place when they insert the needle in my c*** to take blood. She makes me beg her to be her very first catheterized c***. I beg and beg her to put the catheter up my c***. She writes the number 1 on a piece of paper and she pins it on my shaft. She pins it on my c ock with a safety pin and I see the blood ooze out where the pin is through my shaft. She makes me chant, “I’m number one. I’m number one.” She makes me congratulate and thank her while everyone looks on. I feel so humiliated.
I dream the med tech tells me that my c*** and balls are ideally situated mid-line to distribute medication to vital areas. She has me strapped down in restraints which she tightens as she tells me she is going to puncture my c*** and drain it dry. She examines my c*** and balls and squeezes my balls. Nurses and CNA’s laugh at me as my c*** burns from the large catheter and I beg to have it taken out. I beg and beg, but the nurse says I’m going to take it all. I do take it all, just like the nurse commands.
The nurse was correct about a number of things. I should have never argued with her. The catheter was put all the way in. I took it. I took it all, like she said I would. My c*** and balls were easily accessed. They are a natural location to draw blood. It was an experience I will never forget. I brought it on myself by arguing. I deserved it and needed to learn my place.
The nurse told me that she marked my file as a combative and belligerent patient, so they will know. She said she will put me in restraints again as she has unfinished business with me. I dream about her and her CNA and what they will do to me.
I saw the nurse and her CNA at a check up and she reminded me that I’d be back in the hospital soon for another stay. She told me she has the restraints waiting for me. She called the med tech and told her I was in the clinic for a follow up. The med tech showed up, pulled the curtain back and walked in. She smiled and asked, “Are you ready to give me another blood sample?” I meekly said, “Yes ma’am.” She said “You know where I’m going to take it from, don’t you?” I answered, “Yes ma’am.” I could feel my c*** start to stiffen. It was getting harder.
She said, “It should be standard procedure don’t you agree?” I said, “Yes ma’am it should be routine procedure.” She said it was good to see I had a more cooperative attitude this time.
Then she said, “Let’s see how it healed up.” She told me to lay back as she lifted my gown and examined my shaft and balls. My c*** was already half erect as she pulled up my gown. She asked, “Is this thing always so puffy an swollen?” I said not always. She said, “Oh so it’s happy to see me then?” I said, “Yes ma’am it’s very happy to see you.”
“Yes, that’s obvious.” she said. She added, “Well that’s good. That’s the way I like it. It makes my job much easier. Easier to find a nice vein and easier to get good blood flow.” She took a few pics. She said, “I’ll see you in the hospital soon.” She smiled as she turned and walked away.
The nurse and her CNA took the opportunity to examine my c*** and balls. The CNA held my c*** by the foreskin pinched between her fingers. I felt the pain of her sharp nails. She didn’t bother with gloves. She tugged and jiggled my shaft as she ran her hand over my ball sac. She stroked my balls back and forth. She said she’d see me in the hospital and then we’d take care of those things she had discussed with me.
I have to go back to the hospital in two weeks.
Thank you for reading my confession.
