The Orgasm Control Unit, part 3 (Patreon)

Day Two - Staff

Doctor Fairall’s black thigh-high heels clicked monotonously upon the tile floor as she made her way from the dressing room towards her office, both hands deep in the pockets of her freshly cleaned white lab coat. Her chest, though supported by one of her more nondescript black bras and being squeezed by her white top, bounded in tune with her strides, jostling the name tag pinned on the left side.

              The time was four minutes to seven and the hospital had barely begun to wake up, the clinical staff coming to relieve the night shift as patients began stirring in their beds to begin their routines before sessions and treatments commenced at eight.

              Bureaucracy, as always, had to be served, and Andrea Fairall had little else to look forward to on this particular day. The paperwork – both the physical sheets and folders as well as the digital documents – had piled so high she could no longer ignore it. While she would rather spend her time with her patients, it had reached a point where further delay could be construed as a willful act of negligence. It was simply the way of things. Certain days you had to put aside what you enjoyed about the job and do what the less pleasant sides of the profession demanded. Being a doctor, even at such a specialized establishment such as this, Doctor Fairall was held to sky-high standards, and expected to conduct herself worthy of her M.D.

              As she advanced upon her office, strands of her long auburn hair slipped their mooring behind her ear, reminding her she had yet to address it. Fishing around in the pocket her hand was already deep inside, she pinched her fingers over a hairband, catching the hem of her short, black skirt in the same motion, nearly pulling it up along with the band. Securing her tresses in a tail behind her, pulling free a few strands that had gotten caught inside her slender black choker, Andrea turned the corner and stepped into the elevator, finding the Head Nurse within, holding the door for her.

              “Good morning, Doctor Fairall,” Kaori beamed, her sunny disposition not lessened in the slightest by the earliness of the hour. She was fiddling with her nurse’s cap, clearly having just stepped out of the nurses’ dressing room.

              The Head Nurse wore a cottony pink version of the standard nurses’ uniform today, though no thigh-high socks or pantyhose, allowing the pristinely smooth skin of her shapely legs and thighs to grace anyone who looked at them with their bareness. The bottom hem of the uniform was so high up there was the slightest hint of exposed buttock, and Andrea was pleased to see the front zipped down far enough to put her magnificent cleavage on full display.

              Andrea stifled a groan. She had forgotten she had scheduled a meeting with Head Nurse Kaori White first thing today. It wasn’t that she reared to get going with the paperwork, but she had managed to drum up some hard-to-find motivation to see to the task immediately. Clearly, that would have to wait.

              “Good morning, Kaori,” she said with a small smile, feeling like her own emerald gaze must seem weak and tired compared to the radiance of Kaori’s blue, almond-shaped eyes. “I must admit I had forgotten about our meeting.”

              “You will be glad we did it,” Kaori said as the elevator door slid closed, a mild lurch from beneath letting them know it had begun its ascent. “We learned some interesting data on your newest patient yesterday evening.”

              “That so?” the doctor asked, adjusting the stethoscope lounging across her shoulders, the elevator doors already opening. “Tell me in my office.”

              Stepping inside, Kaori shut the door behind her before taking a seat on the chair in front of the desk, crossing her legs, causing her to have to pull down on her uniform lest the bottom hem slide all the way up to her hip. Opting not to hang up her lab coat, Andrea sat down on the opposite side, rolling her chair close and pushing the computers “on” switch.

              Andrea didn’t have to ask before Kaori resumed what she had begun to say. “During last night’s main edging session, our newest patient averaged only one edge every ten minutes.”

              Andrea pursed her lips as she folded one hand atop the other on her desk. “I see. Well then, we know he wasn’t faking his condition. How about the subsequent milking?”

              Kaori folded her hands on the elevated knee. “Well, as expected he ejaculated more or less immediately once we began, having been put through standard tease and denial up to that point. But even accounting for the refractory period and him being unaccustomed to such treatment, the number of instances where he managed to achieve orgasm was way below par. He only had three orgasms during the full hour, and that was with the program running at as much as seventy percent.”

              Pushing the software past fifty percent on a first-time milking was ambitious, but Andrea didn’t have to ask to know that Kaori had felt it necessary to crank it up that high. She trusted the Head Nurse unequivocally in these matters. Still, only three orgasms were two less than the what the initial charting program had predicted, and three less than Andrea had hoped for.

              Whilst they conversed the computer completed its booting up sequence, and with a few clicks Andrea brought up the recording from her newest patient’s room from the previous evening, stretching across the screen the point of view of the hidden camera in the top corner, which was aimed squarely at the bed.

              Andrea moved the video player’s bar until the clock on the wall behind the bed had oriented itself to six o’clock in the evening, then pulled the bar further until it was half an hour later, in the middle of the milking. The tubular extractor Kaori had placed on his cock was jumping away, secured in place by two sturdy strings anchored to the bed’s frame close to where the patient’s wrists were secured.

              Playing the video at quadruple speed, the patient was intermittently obscured by either Kaori or Nurse Layla walking in front of the camera’s cone of vision as they put their talents to him. Lips pursed in concentration, Andrea slid the bar back and forth, catching all three orgasms, watching the patient’s writhing reactions to the post-orgasmic stimulation, trying to ascertain that Kaori was leading this conversation where Andrea thought she was.

              With a little pang of regret for the patient who suffered from this condition that was clearly more insistent than she had initially hoped, Andrea closed the video player’s window and started uploading the relevant clip to the hospital’s intranet, knowing she had to send this to a specialist.

              “I think I know what you are about to suggest,” Andrea murmured as her hand draped over her mouse, bringing up the patient’s file and the in-house mailing system.

              Kaori nodded. “It is my recommendation that we move the patient. With the severity of his condition, I do not think we will be able to help him with the current treatment plan. And while I know you don’t really like to involve her, I think we need to schedule an appointment with Doctor Katherine Jennings. She can likely help him.”

              Andrea Fairall listened to her Head Nurse whilst her fingers dashed across the keyboard. A tap on the return key was much akin to the finality of curtains dropping. “It is done. Please inform him for me?”

Day Two - Patient

Yesterday had only been my first day out of fourteen, but it already felt like I had already been here twice that long. Yesterday’s relentless edging had been topped by the milking administered by Kaori and Layla, and the two of them had nearly caused me to black out with the forceful potency of the first orgasm when I had finally been allowed to explode.

              I had never had any single orgasm even remotely as powerful as that one, my entire body feeling like it was being sucked into the tight, churning and pumping tube that had worked my straining meat as though it got paid to do so. Kaori had barely managed to switch it on after sliding it onto my dick – the bumpy interior slick with excessive amounts of warm lube – before the orgasm seized me, sending a tremor through my body that would have caused tsunamis if I had been submerged at the point of climax.

              It was difficult to describe the kind of toe-curling bliss that had seized me at that point, every single muscle in my body tensing at once, every fibre of my flesh awash with the potent exuberance of pure, unadulterated pleasure. It left me weak, panting, barely able to sense where I was, my body so weak the bonds were entirely superfluous in holding me down. It felt like all my muscles deflated as strength left me, like someone had switched me off and closed the drapes before they left.

              The machine slurped all through my mind-shattering pleasure, quickly getting so intense the restraints became relevant once more, preventing me from escaping and keeping my legs spread wide, forcing my swollen manhood to take the machine’s brutal caresses.

              Hearing my muffled moans and uneasy laughs as the tickling sensations of my cock changed to a burning desire to have all stimulation cease, Head Nurse Kaori – still all smiles – explained about the refractory period, as though I wasn’t already aware of the hypersensitive state a penis would adopt after an orgasm.

              “You’ll just have to bear with it, I’m afraid”, Kaori had whispered intimately, leaning close, dangling her cleavage in front of my face as my head – the only part of my body I was able to move – tossed back and forth. “You’ll cum again eventually, you don’t have a choice.”

              My mouth, still wedged open by the ball-gag, made a cacophonous racket of moans, groans and giggles, fingers and toes clenching, shivers traversing across my skin as though the temperature in my room had suddenly plummeted. Uncaring of my struggles the tube pumping me kept sliding up and down on my poor cock, the tight interior interested in nothing else but to make me cum again. I tried wiggling as best as I could, trying to get the pump off, but it was secured with robust strings that held it in place, and my brief wish that I’d lose my erection was equally a fools hope as the nurses kept the tourniquet in place, trapping the blood inside, preventing me from losing the hardness.

              No amount of pleading with my eyes and whatever gagged gibberish I was able to say to Kaori aided me as I trashed uselessly in my straps. In fact, there was a glint in her blue eyes that told me she quite enjoyed the show, and as if to prove it, both she and Nurse Layla lowered their heads between my thighs, taking oral charge of one testicle each.

              My mind was a mess of sensations and thoughts at that point, enslaved to the merciless sucking by mouths and machine, both craving more and desperately eager for it to stop. While only minutes before I had been more desperate to cum than I had ever before been, I was now wanting nothing as much as for the nurses to lock me back up in my cock-cage and let me rest. Unfortunately for me, a quick glance at the clock on the wall told me, I was barely five minutes into the full hour of milking I was scheduled for.

              In many ways the hard times listed on the board were restraining me as much as the straps did.

              I had thought the minutes during the edging sessions had been long; the milking minutes were a different beast entirely. During the constant teasing and denials I had been checking the time as though my life depended on knowing it, but during the constant sucking of the machine time went right out the window. It still took forever, but a different kind of forever, my mind too consumed with the post-orgasmic hypersensitivity to keep track of the passing of the seconds as the gorgeous Asian and black girls licked and kissed my balls, their hot breath warming the mixture of slobber and lube coating my skin.

              As Kaori had promised, there came a point when the torture somewhat abated, and my cock, though still raw and chafing, grew less hypersensitive while the machine still sucked and drooled thick lubrication that ran down my cock into the crack of my behind, soaking the mattress under me.

              When that happened, and with a groan that got partially stuck in my throat, the climb towards the next orgasm truly began. As the machine churned and pumped, the nurses kept sucking my balls, their hands caressing my thighs and lower abdomen. I moaned.

              I felt perspiration all over, my clammy back sticking to the white sheets, my hands and feet exhausted from clenching and unclenching. My head dropped back onto my pillow. My breathing was hard and fast, my heart hammering inside my chest, my restraints giving me no choice but to weather the unfathomable assault on my rock-hard manhood.

              When I came again everything seemed to double. The initial pleasure followed by the inevitable torment. Despite my gagged screams the machine remained switched on, and the nurses latched their luscious lips onto both sides of my neck as their hands played with my nipples, my balls and ticking my ass.

              I had no idea for how long it went on but I came a third time, and for a third time my cock was my worst enemy as the spearing sensations hit every single one of my nerves. Lightning flashed behind my eyes, my vision a blur of the white ceiling, of the nurses’ cleavages and leering faces, all seeming to meld together.

              Eventually, as the third hypersensitive period began to recede, Kaori switched off the machine, telling me the hour was over, telling me what a good job I had done. Barely hearing her, I vowed I would never require an orgasm again for the rest of my life.

              Turned out my insistence of “the rest of my life” actually translated into “just shy of two hours”, seeing as after an admittedly heavenly full hour of rest and supper during which my poor aching cock seemed to attempt to shrivel up into my body, I had once more found myself strapped to my bed – the sheets having been changed again – again at the mercy of the Head Nurse. During the two agonizingly slow hours of Kaori giving me a sponge bath, which she explained was necessary in order to further develop my relationship with the nursing staff despite that I had access to my own shower, her light touches and soothing words had me straining and hard in no time. Unlike before, I was not gagged, and able to answer Kaori when she asked me questions or spoke to me while she cleaned me all over, her gloved hands guiding the warm sponges over my skin.

              Despite the fact that she barely touched me between the legs in order to let her wet sponges do their work, her hands all over me and her nurturing, warm demeanor made me want her bad, her tight outfit not helping matters in the slightest.

              Unlike the teasing of that morning there was no porn blasting on the big screen in front of me, yet there was no shortage of lewdness. Between my groans, Kaori’s soft, lustful murmurs, the Head Nurse proved she didn’t need to subject me to additional audiovisual stimulation to wrap me around her little finger, to make me beg her to close her gloved hands around my throbbing cock again, only to have her giggle and tell me, so sweetly, “No”.

              Far as I knew Kaori had been at work since early that morning, but there was not an iota of fatigue to spot anywhere on the porcelain perfection of her smooth face. There was only her genuine smile, that twinkle in her eyes that told me she was a woman who truly enjoyed her job.

              When she finished, she put me back in my cage after icing the erection down, bidding me good night. Despite it all I slept better than in a long time, my very soul worn out by the day’s trials.

And now I sat here, locked in a room alone with Nurse Sarah, craving another orgasm during my first session after breakfast as though I hadn’t been drained past reason just the evening before.

              Sarah, a very attractive redhead with shoulder-length hair tied back in a tail loosely enough that her bangs still framed her face and covered her ears, looked at me with her big sky-blue doe eyes as she ran her red lower lip through her teeth. Her sparkling eyes were among her most potent weapons, big and expressive, a perfect complement to her slender face, and she knew it. She had further perfected their impact by adding black eyeliner and maroon eye shadow complimenting her hair, the mascara displaying her luscious lashes like perennial flowers in a field.

              I was, as I was getting used to but not necessarily used to, unable to move any of my limbs. I sat in a gyno-chair, legs spread wide up in the stirrups, hands bound behind my back as thick medical straps held my extremities above and below the elbows and knees, with additional straps on my ankles, crossing the pelvis and chest. Gagged once more – the corners of my mouth still feeling the soreness from yesterday’s sessions – I was unable to properly beseech Sarah to be kind, but the way her eyes lit up every time my restrained mouth attempted communication, I could tell she enjoyed my attempts.

              She sat on a small stool between my legs, keeping my lube-drenched cock in her cleavage, weaponizing my greatest fetish against me as she moved her mounds ever so slowly up and down. From time to time she leaned down to flick her tongue once or twice against the tip when it peeked itself through from in between her big mounds.

              After restraining me, Sarah had shed her uniform, happy to present herself with nothing but a lacy black pair of panties and the thigh-high blue socks matching both her eyes and the rest of her uniform, her head crowned with a blue nurse’s cap. Her high heels completed her scant but incredibly sexy outfit, her nipples standing out proud and scrunched as soon as she bared them to me.

              Checking the clock as I let out a long exhaling groan of frustration, even though I was very aware of the time, I could see we were forty minutes into the morning’s teasing session, with another twenty minutes to go before I’d get an hour’s rest. On the one hand, another twenty minutes in the heavenly warm and tight embrace of Sarah’s big boobs was a blissful notion; on the other I knew I wouldn’t get what I wanted.

              I was starting to learn that these teasing sessions weren’t any better than the edging treatments. The true torture of the latter was the inability to achieve orgasm despite being taken to the brink over and over, and with the former it was the fact that I wasn’t brought to the edge at all. Sarah contented herself with keeping me hard and twitching in her cleavage, only doing enough to keep me interested, never so much as to even let me see the approaching edge in the vast distance. It seemed the equivalent of eating chocolate trapped in an unbreakable wrapper; you could chew the covering all you wanted, feel the chocolate crunch inside, but you wouldn’t ever experience the flavour no matter how desperately you attempted.

              Gasping, the spherical gag in my mouth absolutely covered with spit, a few wet trails of drool running down my chin, I found I kept trying to buck my hips, to thrust into the nurse’s sublime cleavage, but the way I was positioned and the medical straps pressing me down ensured I could not achieve much of anything, which was naturally by design.

              Sarah giggled whenever she felt me attempt anything of the sort, her youthful face lighting up with what could be best described as a playfully sadistic grin.

              “Your erection feels so good between my tits.” It was the umpteenth time she had said something similar, clearly enjoying the game, the control, the feeling of the heartbeat in my shaft in her soft valley. Her sultry voice had an effect on me, making me groan anew, in turn causing her to titter innocently.

              Nothing innocent about this one, however.

              Without warning she suddenly pressed her boobs tighter against me and moved her entire upper body, using the motion to stroke the lube-covered breasts up and down my cock, the way they smooshed over me meaning the cockhead didn’t surface any longer on the downstroke. The abrupt change in pressure and pace nearly made me choke, and after a dozen strokes, she ceased as unexpectedly as she had begun.

              My poor brain wasn’t keeping pace with her, and it took a moment before the electrical signals throughout my body were able to properly communicate to me that the stimulation had stopped just before it had had a chance to get really good. I moaned long, hard and pitifully, Sarah’s giggles nearly a match in volume.

              “Oh look at that,” Sarah murmured. She kept her breasts in place with one arm hugging them together against my dick. With her other hand, she brought a gloved finger to the bulbous tip of my erection, gingerly scooping up a solitary bead of salty pre-cum.

              As I watched, equal parts spellbound and trying to make my eyes look pitiful enough that she’d give in and let me have my way, she brought the fingertip to her mouth and, with deliberate daintiness, licked it clean, her cerulean eyes penetrating mine, silently commanding I observe everything she did. I obeyed.

              She carried the drop of pre-cum into her mouth, smiling wide when the tongue slithered behind the closing lips.

              When she got back to business, in an apparent compulsory act of self-gratification Sarah pinched her hard nipples between her thumbs and the first knuckles of her index fingers and pulled on them, using the heels of her hands to crush her tits against my straining hardness. She let out a short squeal, indicating what she did both turned her on and slightly smarted.

              Releasing the nipples and grabbing handfuls of her heavy chest, the flesh bulging between her fingers, Sarah let out a stifled squeal of delight as she attacked me once more, the bottom slopes of her tits slapping against me as she pounded my yearning pole.

              As before the cessation of movement caught me off guard and my breath in my throat, endowing the small room with a couple seconds of sudden silence before another long groan of frustration escaped me.

              “Good to see Sarah knows how to get you going.”

              A voice behind me seized my attention, though I couldn’t turn my head around enough to see. As soon as my gaze left her, Sarah spit on my cock, then gave my erection some alternating strokes of her boobs, one going up and the other down, spreading the slobber and mixing it with the saliva, stopping after a few seconds, making me twitch and whine anew.

              “Good morning!” Head Nurse Kaori came to stand next to me, looking like she was well-rested. Her beautiful ice-blue eyes regarded me, but as usual I wasn’t able to look there for long until my eyes invariably drifted down to the cleavage of her pink uniform, the large bosom seeming like it might spill out at any moment to smother me.

              If only they would.

              Kaori put an affectionate hand on my head, then turned towards the redhead between my thighs. “Good morning, Sarah. How are you getting on?”

              Sarah gave the Head Nurse a smile of a nature that further exposed her playfully sadistic side. “The past forty-five minutes have just flown right by, haven’t they?” She looked at me with a toothy smile, giving me two long, agonizingly slow strokes of her boobs as she spoke, making me shudder.

              The maddening tease of being in between Sarah’s firm breasts almost had me wishing she’d start edging me if only to break up the monotony of merely having my dick massaged to maintain the erection. Her soft, warm skin against me made me want to melt, and seeing her large boobs squish and bulge around my shaft was simply pornographic in how awesome in looked. It was only part of the torture, however, allowing my mind, through my vision, to add to the tease, to see the titjob as well as I felt it, and know nothing more was going to happen.

              With Kaori in the room my desire to climax didn’t exactly lessen; in fact, having the two nurses in the little, brightly lit room with me made me even more receptive to Sarah’s mammary caresses, causing her to ease up on the pressure and increase the duration of pauses between strokes lest she propel me towards the edge. She was too good to do so by accident, much to my added frustration.

              The white-haired Head Nurse walked down to stand next to Sarah, looking down at her, collegial pride evident on her perfect face. “While I hate to interrupt you during your session, Sarah, I have to cut things short. I need to have a talk with the patient about his treatment plan.”

              Sarah pouted exaggeratedly, turning her head to look up at Kaori as though begging her to reconsider. Pursing her lips, she mashed her tits against my dick – succeeding in eliciting yet another groan – and gave me a few parting strokes whilst she got to her feet, only taking her boobs off me at the last possible moment when her upper body had to rise with the rest of her. I was still far from the edge, but I still moaned when my cock was without the embracive warmth of her cleavage for the first time in nearly fifty minutes.

              “Nothing serious, I hope?” Sarah said as she walked over to a towel dispenser on the wall to her left, pulling out a cottony sheet and used it to wipe away at her lubricated tits.

              “Doctor Fairall has set up a meeting with all the staff that will be working on him just after lunch,” Kaori said as she fetched Sarah’s uniform from the peg on the wall in front of my chair. “You’ll be informed then, but if you have spoken to Layla or Jen, you may already know what she is going to say.”

              As I watched, Sarah gave Kaori a conspiratorial smile, then flicked her eyes towards me as she stuck an arm into her uniform. “Good news, then,” she said cryptically, zipping the uniform up only to the bottom of her chest, then roughed my hair playfully before bidding us farewell, promising I’d be back between her tits before I knew it.

              “So, your attending – Doctor Fairall – and I have had a little chat,” Kaori said cheerfully, walking behind the chair, grabbing at the buckle of my ball-gag. “Raise your head please. Thank you. Based on your first day of treatment yesterday, we can already tell that due to the severity of your condition, we will have to make adjustments to your treatment plan.”

              I helped Kaori remove the gag by pushing it out of my mouth with my tongue, a few thick strings of saliva stretching between it and my lower lip as the Head Nurse pulled it away, putting it down on a nearby countertop.

              I tried talking but found I had to clear my throat, get some moisture back in it, still tasting the ball-gag. “What does that mean?” For whatever reason I couldn’t quite identify, a knot of trepidation materialized in my gut.

              Kaori came to stand next to me, and since I was laying reclined in the gyno-chair I didn’t have to move my head much to look her in the eyes. Worryingly, her eternal smile was gone, exchanged for a neutral countenance that somehow looked worrying on her.

              Kaori crossed her arms underneath her chest, making the big spheres lift and the cleavage grow even more dramatic. “In short, we have to alter the duration of your plan. Based on what we learned yesterday, we need to admit you longer than two weeks. In other words, the short-term plan is not likely to yield the results we wish for you.”

              Transfixed by the serious look in her beautiful blue eyes, I swallowed. “Meaning?”

              Kaori’s shoulders slumped – for but a second, and then her cloud-banishing smile returned. “Having spoken to Doctor Fairall this morning, I gave her my recommendation, and she agreed with it, and have already updated the terms of your admittance.

              “You will be moved from the short-term OCU today. That means you will not be discharged from this hospital after two weeks of treatment as initially planned. To ensure we will have the time needed to help you cure your condition, you are, starting today, admitted to the long-term OCU, and will start a treatment plan that will last eight weeks.”

I might as well still be gagged for all the words I managed to form.