“Such a good pony boy. Just relax, Johnnie. Let Nurse Maura take care of you.”
He wasn’t supposed to talk. But with bit removed and basking in the relative comfort of being in the presence of the maternal Nurse Maura, experience suggested he could bend the rules. As long as no one else heard, he could verbally respond, however briefly, to the gentle knowing touch of his benefactress.
Pony boy Johnnie kneels on the examination table, naked but for the yoke entrapping his wrists at the level of his chin and well outside his shoulders. His young, crisply cropped flesh, burning in various areas, gratefully absorbs the soft, lotion-swathed hands of the handsome middle-aged nurse. She knows exactly where to knead and caress..., which muscles require deep, penetrating squeezes from vise-like fingers, which sensitive pink places need the most temperate of soothing applications of the special healing ointment.
“Mistress worked your scrotum today, Johnnie. Were you naughty?”
Johnnie nods as best he can. A line on his nose bridle remains hitched to a simple overhead hook. Stable rules mandate some form of restraint at all times. And Nurse Maura is very much aware that a pony boy who is not hitched, leashed or harnessed can lead to her dismissal.
The caring hands return to the jar of special balm, glycerin with a steroidal additive to promote rapid healing. She scoops up a large daub.
“Spread nicely for me, Johnnie.”
The truckling lad further parts his knees, his eagerness obviating any notion of resistance. Johnnie is naked, exposing all to the nurse, but any humiliation is greatly exceeded by the enjoyment of her palliative touch.
Enormous testicles are palmed by moist, gleaming hands. Their size belies Johnnie’s age. Though in his late teens, the organs hang nearly to his knees and are the size of overly ripened plums. As the nurse’s hands cup the weighty male genitals in mocked reverence, and her fingers gently squeeze and rub, she recalls his earlier days, when a less endowed Johnnie was not so receptive to her touch.
“You used to beg and cry when I worked you here Johnnie. And now you’re reaping your reward. See what happens when you’re good and just let Nurse Maura take charge?”
The comment brings memories. Johnnie indeed remembers the horrid injections, when as a young pony boy in training, Nurse Maura induced orchitis, inflamation of the testicles, by utilizing a specially formulated compound. The results were amazing, swelling Johnnie’s young gonads such that it appeared he had the mumps. Over time the daily injections made the condition permanent, swelling his testicles to an outlandish size well beyond his years and physical stature. And Mistress was most pleased with the result.
The genitals grew so large so fast that Nurse Maura also had to begin scrotal infusions of saline solution in order to properly expand the scrotal sac and accommodate the enlargement. And to see a young naked male walking about on the end of a leash, cradling his precious reproductive organs as if carrying an infant, was the most amusing scene imaginable.
Now the pink globes, reddened by Mistress’ crop, hang like trophies..., to be palmed, caressed, squeezed, pinched, pulled, and cropped with impunity by the Dominant female.
Johnnie’s balls are ornaments..., jewels adorned for the Mistress of the Estate.
While the fingers sooth the scrotal flesh, Nurse Maura also searches and finds the various nerves and sperm ducts within the oversized sac, checking for unusual swelling and changes. He receives the best of care at Mistress’ stable..., visually examined by several pair of feminine eyes each day…, a succinct anatomical inspection after each outing..., a thorough physical exam monthly.
Nurse Maura begins to feel wetness between her thighs. Proximity to the helpless male genitals always has that effect on the Dominant female, and holding the subservient pony boy’s testicles begins the expected flow of moisture.
She is aroused. And when she recalls the process..., the power..., the omnipotence imbued upon her in slowly introducing a hypodermic needle into each of Johnnie developing organs, listening to his young voice beseech her for mercy, her thighs contract with a delicious vaginal orgasm.
“There’s no real damage, Johnnie. As ususal, Mistress has been most adept with the crop. Was it painful?”
Johnnie nods as best as his nose bridle allows.
“Nothing like the injections, ma’am.”
“No, of course not.”
The left hand moves to the perineum. The right to the anus. Fingers of the left rub the hairless tactile strip between the scrotum and the anal opening. The middle and index fingers of the right penetrate the rectum. She smiles as it yields so easily. Rummaging within, she quickly finds his chaste male gland.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it Johnnie?”
She can feel the swelling of the curious unused organ. Mistress mandates strict chastity, insisting that the resulting excess energy be expended in harness. That leaves to Nurse Maura the task of assuring proper prostatic health..., a chore which at the stable results in the most exquisite form of Dominance..., the milking of the male organ.
“The end of the month is coming soon,” she advises with insouciant femininity.