Saturday, August 15, 2015

Miss Amanda's Bitch Boys IX


Nurse Simms is not old. But her examining hands and fingers suggest experience. Luke forcibly kneels, learning that a so termed ‘tummy thumper’ is an erection so firm that when callously pressed downward it thumps his lower belly upon release.... as Guard Amanda gleefully tested.

Now it is Nurse Simms’ turn to test, palming the scrotal sac, gently squeezing the testicles. Luke watched her handle the giant Julie like a piece of livestock. Her intimate examine includes shaving, foamy lotion and a straight edged razor returning the pubes areas of the super max prisoners to glabrousness.

No lice in super max.

With her pretty smiling face, Luke finds it facile to remain hard for her... and that seems to please. But then comes the demanded urine sample. Luke is chagrined when encouraging words and sibilant sounds urge bladder relief, a collection vessel daintily held in wait.

Not accustomed to the degrading protocol, Luke has difficulty performing. This brings a knowing smile from the nurse. Guard Amanda joins, hearing the nurse’s verbal efforts, smirking in noting that Luke presses in futility.

“Naughty boy, Luke. All your cohorts have learned to perform. Concentrate, tighten your belly. Push.”

Alas, the stiffness obviates, particularly with the nurse’s left hand angling the organ down, bringing added distress.

“Prison rules, Luke. A drug test once per month. You will urinate for us. Would you rather that I have you posted, cane your bare buttocks until you open up with the stinging agony? Have an embarrassing little accident? I have Henry pissing for me quite regularly. Of course soiling himself adds to the humiliation and therefore his perverse enjoyment.”

Luke closes his eyes, so much wanting to end the intense humiliation. Should the pretty nurse stroke him, end the long interval of chastity, perhaps then ejaculation would bring flaccidity and compliance. But then there is the annoying Guard Amanda, taunting... threatening... reviving terrifying images of the caning of masochist Henry.    

Yet, this brings added urgency to the matter. Luke contracts his stomach muscles anew.

“Oh, good boy Luke. It’s only a dribble but there’s not much needed for testing. Do that once more,” Nurse Simms’ momentarily releasing the stiff shaft to tenderly pat the scrotum in reward.

This causes the ‘tummy thumper’ to thump again, bringing laughter and a look of Schadenfreude  as the fingers quickly return and draw downward to resume the awkward angle.

“He’s blushing,” the nurse notes, her observation serving to bring more blushing.

So much desiring to end the mental ordeal, Luke again contracts mightily, offering another small spurt of excretion.

“Good boy,” Guard Amanda now complimenting. “You’re learning to perform for governing women, Luke. That’s important here in super max. We like that... and you will too. Soon I’ll have you in clothing... and perhaps permit a visit from Jami. I like to have my bitches sucked off regularly, keeps them quiet and obedient... and Jami well nourished.”

4 comments:

Giles English said...

God you're good!

Chris Bellows said...

Giles,

King of chastity, thank you for the boast.

Regards,

CB

Anonymous said...

A world in which Women have ultimate and continuing power can only be good for the males.

Anonymous said...

love this so much!