I had a dispute with the nurse. She called her team who quickly put me in restraints. Then she and her little CNA decided to punish my co ck and balls to teach me my place. Her CNA held my erect co ck and spread the opening for the nurse.
The nurse as dangled a wire lead which she lowered into my co ck opening as they giggled. Then the nurse pushed the wire lead down inside my opening. She felt my shaft to check how far the wire lead had gone inside my erection. Then the nurse put the second lead in the tip of the opening. She connected the leads to a TENS unit that she pulled out of her pocket. Then she turned on the TENS unit.
The electric current was pulsing through the wire leads and into my co ck. My erection twitched and wiggled.
The nurse’s smile grew wider as she cranked the dial even higher, watching with a smug satisfaction as I struggled against the restraints. The pain was exquisite, a sharp, burning sensation that seemed to slice through my erection and my balls.
She gave my co ck a little twist, the wires inside sending a fresh spike of pain shooting through me. I could feel my balls tightening, and despite the pain, a bead of precum began to form at the tip. The CNA’s grip grew stronger, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she wiggled my co ck, amplifying the pain. They must have done this to other co cks since they knew that more pain would be inflicted with the movement of wiggling and twisting the co ck.
The CNA began to move the wire leads around, the electricity burning my erection. I bit down hard on the rubber gag she shoved in my mouth to muffle my cries. “Looks like you need a little more motivation,” the CNA murmured.
“You’re going to learn to respect us” the nurse taunted. “His co ck is turning that beautiful pink color,” the CNA remarked. I could feel the nurse’s eyes burning into me, her fingers toying with my roasted co ck, conducting a symphony of suffering. The CNA’s nails digging into the sensitive flesh of my co ck as she held it by the frenum and wiggled it back and forth.
The nurse leaned down to whisper in my ear, her hot breath sending a shiver down my spine. “You’re going to learn your place,” she said. The CNA said there were 4 other CNAs on the floor who would each love to have a turn educating me and teaching me respect. She said my co ck would be bright red when they were done cooking it. She left the room and returned with two other CNAs. One of them immediately stepped up to the bed, grabbed my c*** and started wiggling it. “I see we have a problem here,” she remarked. Then she added, “I’ll fix that.”
She withdrew one lead from inside my co ck sliding it out easily in the river of precum. Then she touched the lead to outside of my shaft. The pain was even worse and my co ck felt like it was being burned. The CNA slid the tip of the lead around my co ck, tracing the brown circumcision scar.
The electricity burned intensely. “This is what it must feel like to get your thing cut and trimmed,” she said as she continued to trace the hot lead around my shaft.
“It looks like they left some extra foreskin, but I’ll take care of that too,” she added. She grabbed some pink inner foreskin under the head and yanked on it as she said, “That’s nasty, they should have removed it all.”
The first CNA chimed in and said she preferred the beauty cut with all the inner foreskin gone. “Me too,” said the second CNA. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow,” she added as she displayed a pair of scissors and made a clipping motion.
They continued my torment for another 15 minutes as a third CNA took over my discipline. “Now you think about your bad attitude and apologize to me,” the nurse demanded. The nurse added, “Everyone is waiting to hear you beg for forgiveness, or should we start all over again?”
She took the rubber piece from my mouth as she said I had three second to apologize and beg her forgiveness. I did so immediately as they all watched and smirked. My c*** was bright red just like they said it would be. It throbbed and burned.
The thin young CNA said she’d be back tomorrow to clip up my co ck and get rid of that nasty foreskin. She said she was an expert co ck cutter and I’d appreciate her work. They all smirked as she spoke. She flicked my erection as she moved to depart the room. “Tomorrow, I’ll clip that thing right,” she remarked as she danced from the room while moving her scissors in a clipping movement.
They all looked at me, knowing what she was going to do to me tomorrow.