Thank you nurse for shoving that catheter up my thing. That’s what she made me say while she shoved an oversize catheter up my co ck. Every time I stopped saying it, the Certified Nurse Assistant CNA would smack my balls and squeeze them.
When I begged her to take it out because it was too large she said, ‘Oh no this is going in. All the way in. You are going to take it all and thank me too.’ Then her CNA squeezed my balls and said. “Do I hear you thanking us?’
I quickly said, Thank you nurse for shoving that catheter up my thing. Thank you nurse for sticking a catheter up my thing.
I had to keep repeating it or get my balls smacked. I told her it burned and begged to have it taken out. Then the CNA smacked my balls back and forth and she flicked my balls with her finger.
My balls were throbbing and my co ck was burning and finally when she had pushed it all the way in. I thanked her again. The catheter was inserted all the way up to the neck where it divided into two. She inflated the balloon so it couldn’t come out.
The CNA traced a vein running down my shaft and said, “Oh what a nice place to put an IV line..” Then she inserted the IV needle in my co ck shaft vein and my co ck got even stiffer. “You must like it”, she smirked.
“We have a present for you.” the nurse announced as she hung the IV bag and emptied a syringe into the line. I felt the cold enter the vein in my co ck. Then she told the CNA to give me the other syringe. The CNA injected the syringe into the IV line and my co ck felt like it was burning. I begged her to stop the burning. She said, “Remember that or you’ll get more. I should have injected it into your balls and next time I will.”
Everything swirled. I felt hot. I passed out. When I woke up the IV line had been removed. There was a black and blue mark where it had been inserted. I asked where it was and the CNA said we don’t need it, we have these and she grasped my balls and shook them.
“That is until I decide to remove them,” the nurse said. “We’ll take you down to the short procedures unit and off they come. Neutered,” the CNA added.
They injected my balls. Each ball received a separate syringe injection which burned and I thought my balls were going to explode. I got dizzy, flushed and then I was confused. A while later I felt weak, and couldn’t resist as they had two other CNAs examine my co ck and balls. They took pics and I don’t know which CNAs have the pics. “You’ll wish we had taken you to the short procedures unit and snipped them off,” the nurse told me.
The CNA held my balls and traced around them with a pair of surgical scissors. She told me I’d feel so much better after I was neutered. She told me I’d be much more relaxed after emasculation. My co ck stiffened as she spoke. She smiled and said, “See,” as she looked at my erection.
Other CNAs and nursing students practiced exams on me. The examined my balls, scrotum and co ck. They did prostate exams on me. They took out the catheter so they could practiced putting it in. I’ve seen the CNA at the grocery store and she smirked at me. She walked over and asked if I was ready to have them snipped off.
I dream about saying, Thank you nurse for shoving that catheter up my thing. I dream about the CNA castrating me as she smirks. I’ve never been the same since.