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Part 2
Dr. Herbert went out. Ethan wanted to run. With all his life, he wanted to run away from this place as fast as he could. Yet, he was paralyzed. There was no way he could get away.
It was a long time before the door opened and a nurse came in. It was the pretty one. Immediately, the memory of the image of her bending over came back to his mind and his penis throbbed involuntarily. He thought he was gonna die.
She did not see him as soon as she came in. She went right to the counter and set a few items on it and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Ethan watched her back. When she turned around she saw his penis and stopped suddenly, dropping one of the items in her hand.
"Excuse me," she said.
Ethan couldn't take his eyes off her. Her face glowed bright red. Her body was all perfect curves beneath her tight, white uniform. He longed to reach out and touch her. He wanted to put his hands on her breasts. He loved the way they pushed out the front of her uniform, and he was dying to find out what they felt like.
None of this did anything to help make his erection go down. If anything, it only made it harder. And he knew what happened when he had days like this. He wound up having wet dreams at night. Sometimes he would remember part of the dream when he woke up. Many times he knew the girl he had dreamed of having sex with. But every time, and almost every night, it seemed, he woke up with a puddle in his pajamas. A few times when he had soiled them and taken them off he had done it again, staining the sheets.
Tonight, the woman in his dreams would be this nurse.
"I'm nurse Thomas," she said. Ethan held his breath. Even her voice was sexy. "This is a Foley catheter," she continued, holding up a long, thin rubber tube in one hand. "And this is a special fluid we will inject into your bladder." She held up a clear package of fluid. "You might feel some discomfort, but you shouldn't feel any pain."
"Ok," Ethan said vaguely.
He didn't care how it felt. He would do anything for this woman. She set the package of fluid on the table beside Ethan.
"To do that, I must insert this tube into your penis. Are you ok with that?"
"Sure," Ethan said nervously.
It sounded weird, but all the same, he would let her do anything she wanted to him.
She nodded and gave him a little smile. She tentatively held her open hand out, like she was afraid to touch his penis. When she did, she held it delicately between two fingers.
Ethan held his breath. The rubber gloves on her hand felt strange on his penis. It felt better than Dr. Herbert's hand. He silently wished she would put her whole hand around it and move it up and down, like he did sometimes when he was alone. Sometime he could get himself off by doing that. He would give anything if she would do it for him.
Nurse Thomas' hand was shaking as she tried to insert the end of the tube into the hole at the end of his penis. Ethan watched her, propped up on his elbows. Finally, she closed her whole hand around his shaft to hold herself steady and managed to insert the end of the rubber tube.
Ethan gasped as she fed it into his penis. The tube itself felt rather strange, but her hand squeezed his shaft tightly and moved up and down slightly. He had to bite his lip to keep himself under control.
It was a long tube. He could feel it sliding into his body.
"There," she said when it was all the way in.
She let go of it to pick up the bag of fluid. The attachment end of the catheter tube dangled over the head of his penis. She attached the container of fluid to it.
"Ready?" she said.
"I guess," Ethan muttered.
She operated a plunger on the bag, pushing it in slowly. Ethan gasped. He could feel the fluid rushing through the rubber tube inserted in his penis and filling his bladder.
"Oh my God," Ethan whispered.
"Does it hurt?" Nurse Thomas said.
Ethan shook his head. "It feels funny."
She smiled. "That's what most people say."
The entire bag drained into his bladder. She detached the bag.
"You need to hold that for a few minutes," she said.
She pulled the catheter tube back out.
Ethan strained to hold it. It was like having to pee really bad. When the end of the tube came out, some of the fluid squirted out with it, staining Nurse Thomas' rubber gloves and spilling on his groin. It had a warm, oily feel.
Nurse Thomas took the used equipment to the counter and came back with another device. It looked something like the arm band of a blood pressure tester, with a spongy, moist material on the inside and a cap-like part dangling on the end. She tried to wrap it around the shaft of his penis. Obviously, it didn't fit.
"Hm. I'll have to get an adult size," she said. "Now don't move." She went out, leaving the door open.
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