The New Slave Ch. 23 by bullballs_1

Literotic asexstories – The New Slave Ch. 23 by bullballs_1

The New Slave Ch. 23 – Chapter 23, A Medical Touch

The Mistress told her bodyguards to move Ross to the infirmary where they could clean him and ‘treat’ him for his injuries. The night was young and the Mistress was more than aroused at having seen Ross perform. She was now going to take her turn with him. And hopefully he would be able to successfully perform to her satisfaction. Having seen Darcy ‘pop’ his cock, she wasn’t sure he would be able to satisfy anyone. There had been a copious amount of his cum flowing freely from Darcy, but that didn’t mean he would be able to do it again. The bodyguards put Ross into wrist and ankle restraints and took him from the room. Darcy was scooped up by the female slaves and taken away, still shocky looking and dazed. The female slaves reported later on the steady flow of cum out of Darcy’s rear end.

The women in the audience had gone wild. Some were yelling and cheering, having seen Darcy finally defeated. Others were openly hostile after seeing their champion defiled in such a filthy manner. They were furious. In their minds, there was no way that a lowly male slave could defeat the great Darcy. They were furious. Each of them agreed that Ross would receive a payback, one way or another. They were sure of that. One way or another, they would see him again and show him the error of his ways. They were already planning on that show. He would learn the hard way.

All of them were aroused at one level or another. Some were so sexually alive that they were already playing with each other or making the arrangements to take a male slave immediately. Others had reached a sexual peak only to have it dashed as Ross defeated Darcy. The room was alive. There were still more male slaves to be viewed and played with, but for now, they were all talking about what had just happened. Some of the women immediately left the arena, going off to private rooms where a male was already tied to a bed, just for their pleasure.

Silently, in the shadows of the arena was Morgan. She had come back into the room as soon as the two women finished ‘prepping’ Ross and Darcy. She watched the entire show and found herself more aroused than before. She couldn’t wait and was beginning to feel the first of several orgasms, as her hand moved beneath the long gown she wore. She had worried when Darcy began to torture Ross, and feared that she had hurt him very badly. But having watched the power that Ross exerted over Darcy when he took her, made her climax within moments. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his cock as it slid in between Darcy’s smooth skinned thighs. It had been more exhilarating than anything she ever experienced. She too was one of the women that night that had future plans for Ross.

The bodyguards took Ross to a room that had been specially outfitted with medical supplies, much like an emergency room. They referred to it as the infirmary, only because they used the room to treat injuries. Due to the nature of the Mistress’ parties, there were quite a few injuries. Some of the injuries were to female partygoers, normally very minor, usually from being over zealous or overly excited from a male slave. The vast majority of the injuries were to male slaves that had been injured during rough sex. Because of this, the Mistress had a nurse that attended the parties, almost like a lawyer being on retainer. The nurse was a friend of the Mistress, and after knowing each other for several years; it was obvious that the nurse would fit rather well into the sexual activities. The Mistress allowed her to partake of whatever she wanted, in lieu of services rendered. The nurse was a very sexual creature, enjoying herself whenever she felt the desire. Being a trauma nurse, she could pretty well handle any injury that occurred during one of the parties. Lori was very attractive and in her mid 30’s. She was dressed similar to the other guests, and easily fit into the sexually raucous crowd. Most there knew nothing of her purpose.

Lori had been a trauma nurse the majority of her nursing career. Since the laws had changed, her on-duty nursing consisted of almost all females. She missed the raw sexual contact of working on a male. Most injuries were not sexual to the injured slave, but Lori could change that quickly. Here, at the Mistress’ parties, she at least had the chance to ‘treat’ male patients. Usually, the injuries rendered the male unable to have any fun with her. Lori would occasionally see a slave in the arena that intrigued her, and even more rarely one that actually aroused her. She had taken advantage of the Mistress’ generous offer to ‘help herself’ on a few occasions. Tonight, with Ross in the arena, she felt that feeling that she found so elusive.

Because of the occasional need for a nurse, the Mistress thought it only good to have a separate room to take care of the injured. It seemed bad business to let all the guests see the nurse treating an injured male slave on the floor of the arena. When injured, the slave would be removed to the infirmary where he would be treated. There had never been any injuries that the nurse couldn’t handle. With this in mind, the Mistress gave Lori free reign to stock and outfit the infirmary. It was better than most small town emergency rooms.

Besides all the medical supplies and equipment normally found in an emergency treatment room, Lori ordered a gynecological chair. She found that with the nature of the injures she was treating in male victims; this chair gave her the most access and ability to treat the males. Almost all injuries to males were to their genitals. The chair had been slightly modified, having the regular stirrups, but with the ability to be spread further outward. This gave her the ability to move closer into the area she needed to treat. It was not hard to add restraint attachments to the chair. Lori thoroughly enjoyed both the restraints and the adjustable stirrups.

Ross was brought into the room and secured to the chair. He was tired and didn’t mind the chance to lay back and rest. He was already in the chair when the Mistress and Lori entered the infirmary. The chair was built in such a way that the patient was tilted back, reclining, with their legs downward and outstretched. There was a slight rise in the middle, which gently forced the patient’s hips outward, giving them a slightly obscene appearance, fully exposing the area that was most normally injured or damaged. The Mistress and the nurse always found this amusing, if not erotic when they saw the slave secured in the chair.

Ross was restrained at the wrists and ankles to the chair. His wrists were in leather restraints and pulled downward, away from the chair. His legs were in the stirrups, supported at his thighs and calves, both ankles in restraints and locked onto the stirrups. His legs were stretched open, and reclined downward. He looked relaxed and comfortable. The most obvious part of him was his huge ball sack resting between his thighs and his painfully swollen cock, lying on his stomach. Both the Mistress and the nurse were aroused just at the sight. They walked up to him, one on each side of him.

“How do you feel Ross?” the Mistress asked, sincerely concerned. She was more concerned because she knew that she was about to have him perform one more time, in her bedroom. She wanted to make sure that his fleshy toys were still functional.

“I’m pretty sore, but I think I’m ok,” he said, tiredly. His cock and balls didn’t look like they felt ok. Discounting his normal huge size, his cock was swollen and bruised. The head was severely chafed and raw.

“How does your cock feel?” Lori asked him bluntly. She could see the damage inflicted by Darcy. She had some concerns about what she was seeing. Ross was tired and couldn’t see what they saw. Being fully restrained, she could examine him without worrying about his movement. She didn’t want to hurt him any more, but there would be some more pain involved before she was finished. This was the main reason that the chair had restraints, to keep male slaves from fighting or thrashing around while being treated.

“Tell me where you’re hurting,” the nurse asked him.

“My head hurts, but I think it’s ok. I feel pretty numb ….” He said, not finishing the sentence.

“Does your cock hurt? How about your balls,” the nurse asked, beginning to feel around his head and face for any injuries under the skin. Feeling nothing besides some bumps and bruises; she moved her exam to his upper body, checking the areas that she saw Darcy land some powerful kicks. He seemed to be ok there also. The nurse was a very normal woman and was more than interested in examining the parts that also greatly aroused her. She was concerned about injuries or damage, but she also wanted to get a good feel and a look for what had aroused her so greatly for the past hour. His cock and balls. She’d never seen anything like these.

Lori immediately opened a drawer and removed a tube of KY-jelly. Smearing a small amount on her fingertips, she reached down and softly patted Ross’ inner thigh. It was more to reassure him than it was sexual. In the position he was reclining, he was unable to see her hand or anything between his own legs. She moved her hand upward and began to gently massage the thick foreskin and head with her jelly coated fingers. She carefully watched him for any reaction.

“Ross, can you tell me where you’re hurting?” she asked again.

She knew that he wasn’t really hurt anywhere from the waist up. What she was worried about was from his waist down. The swelling at the base of his cock was huge, making him look like he was wearing a fleshy doughnut around the base. The skin was swollen enough that it had actually grown tight and was already dark in color from the blood under the skin surface. He was completely soft, his cock head covered by the swollen foreskin. Darcy had done a number on him.

“Is he ok?” the Mistress asked, watching Lori work on the slave. The Mistress was paying keen attention to Lori’s fingers gently rubbing the slave’s cock head. The Mistress could tell that Lori seemed to be enjoying herself.