I have anxiety every time I see a Nurse. I have dreams of distorted images of that long slender cold steel rod being inserted down the length of my p****. The Medical Technician examined my p**** and tapped on all the veins until she found one that she liked. “Oh this is a nice dorsal vein. I can put a line in there,” she said.
My Nurse and her CNA watched with pleasure as the Med Tech inserted that long cold metal spear down my shaft and wiggled it back up again. The CNA said she wanted to stick a needle in there too.
My p**** became swollen and engorged as the needle probed up and down in my throbbing shaft. I couldn’t feel anything but the pain. The Med Tech said, “Yes that’s good, let it get nice and stiff. That will help me get a good flow.” She added, “I can feel your pulse”, as she held my shaft in her hand. She even left the CNA feel it.
They all watched and laughed as they drained my blood right out of my p****. They said the p**** is an easy location to get blood and they should take it from all males in their p****.
They took photos on their smart phones of my swollen c*** being used to get blood. They posed next to it, pointed at it, held it and smiled like I was a trophy caught in their trap.
My nurse transferred the photos to the Med Tech and CNA’s phones so they’d have them too. I don’t know who has seen the photos or who has them. I wonder when people look at me if they have seen my photos. They have it all on video to teach other Med Techs and Nurses.
My Nurse made sure I had to endure other torments. But who would believe me. It’s too late now. It’s already done. I can’t forget their smirking faces.
