12 Days of Domming: Blue Drew's Check-Up

Allow me to introduce myself... in the unlikely event that you somehow haven’t heard of my handsomeness and sexual prowess and smooth talking skills. Oh and also my dick, I have an awesome dick, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. My name… is Drew. Some wiseguys and gals have taken to calling me Blue Drew, in reference to a little dry spell I’ve been on… hmph. It’s the exception that proves the rule, folks. Only reason people are talking about it is because it’s so bizarre that a hunk like me would fall on hard times.

It’s true enough though, that it’s been a while. I got a little too handsy with a dame on the bus as we were all squeezed together one day, she saw what I was trying to do and slapped me, it happened to be caught on video and made local news (not evidence of intent enough to press charges!) and thus my girlfriend found out about it. Not that she was in the putting out mood much at that point anyway, but suffice to say, those legs closed for good for me after that. Whatever…

She dumped me and I tried to bury my sorrows in the supple teat of a stripper. But it turns out she was a total bitch, and the rest of the stripping dames had spread lies about how I’d treated them for years. I can only surmise they were all upset that they got to feel my cock but never got to see what it was like to have it inside them… truly, it was I who was teasing THEM during all those lapdances. 

Nonetheless, the dumb new slut believed them and saw fit to get me back for it. I was already pent up and horny, and she just got me to the edge over and over, only to go out of her way to deny me the rightful orgasm that I’d paid for! Speaking of which, she charged me like nuts too… fucking cunt left me too broke to get a hooker… and yeah, okay, I’m sure people will bring it up if I don’t, so just to get ahead of it, she got lucky and tripped me up and I ended up with a bloody nose… that’s all there was to that little scuffle.

My poor magnificent cock still neglected, days later I find an ad in the paper. Impossibly hot wrestler check in a stupidly skimpy outfit wanted to let some fools roll around with her. Easy, cheap feel, and I do mean cheap - she was charging peanuts for this. Which is convenient, as that’s all I had… so I take her up on it, and to my surprise, she was… an actual fuckin’ trained wrestler.

Yeah, I had no idea girls were allowed to go for that kind of career path either...

Not only that, but despite the obvious draw, she took her job completely seriously too. And, well, yannow… listen I’m not a trained wrestler! It’s not like she was stronger than me or anything, all her muscle was just, yannow, beach fluff! That’s a real thing! It’s for show, not for power! Otherwise she wouldn’t have been attractive at all, functional strength makes girls look completely unfuckable and everyone knows it!

But yeah, so… she had training, I didn’t, so I didn’t know what to do with her and uh, yeah I didn’t get my way that day either. God her pinning me down over and over sure got me going though, I was more blue than ever before… left me delirious with lust, quite frankly. She knew she was doing it too! Let me touch her just enough to go wild and then… nothing, wouldn’t even let me put my crotch against her long enough to cum in my trunks.

The gall of these women… to try and tease me with what I deserve most - sex with them, obviously - just to pull it away from me at the last second! I can’t explain how it happened twice in a row like that, but I swear to you the streak ends there. Why…?

Because in putting me through all that pain, Andrea or whatever her name is, unwittingly gave me the perfect opportunity. She sent me to the hospital! Free of charge! Hahah, score one for Drew~!

...What? You don’t see how that’s a win? Dumbass… I’m talking about nurses here! Smoking hot nurses whose job it is to take care of me and pamper me until I’m healed, and depending on how good a job they do, I might just decide that my injuries will never go away… heheh, it’s a slam dunk, a sure thing! And boy could I use a sure thing after all of this bullshit. I mean, hell, I could always use a sure thing… having to work for it was always a huge turn off for me. 

Now sure, my desperate plea to the female EMT seconds after I was forcefully loaded in may have resulted in nothing but a slap to my aching, fill-to-burst testicles. I’m sure you could argue that was an omen. But I was in no mental state to properly smooze, my game was all off… though, even still, she was absolutely being an unsympathetic cunt about the whole thing. It goes without saying that in a time of need like that, the LEAST she could’ve done was jack me off, if not just go down and blow me until I was done cumming in her stupid mouth. But she was kind of a funky lookin’ broad to begin with. Honestly, after all that build-up, it would’ve been a real waste to cum on her anyway.

By the way, have I mentioned that I love women? Can’t stress that enough, absolutely a huge feminist over here, absolutely a big believer in equality. You might think that’s suspicious to say unprompted like that, but nah, I’m just that big of a feminist that I don’t think there’s ever a bad time to openly state it. Love, love, love women… physically, first and foremost, but yannow. In uh, other ways too, whatever.

Anyway, what was I saying…? Ah right, the nurses! Lemme tell ya, these girls, they are nothing like that fugly EMT bitch. Sure, I only saw them in flashes because I was kinda passing out a lot from the overbearing pain, in and out of consciousness and what-have-you, but man… what wonderful flashes they were!

This one chick was a blonde with a long ponytail, and she had some huuuuuge knockers. Like so big they had to modify her scrubs to fit ‘em and even then, I guess they couldn’t button up all the way so she was doomed to show off her rockin’ cleavage. No complaints from me whatsoever! And this other lady, what an ebony goddess… straight dark hair, out-of-this-freakin’-world ass, big and round and looking like it would just tear right out of her skirt from the sheer size.

...It’s not weird to say ‘ebony’ right? I pride myself on being extremely politically correct.

Well whatever, point is, fine as fuck, the both of them. My dick sure ain’t racist, it loved ‘em equally. Especially with what they were doing… heheh… these were some thirsty hoes, lemme tell you. Not that I’m judging, can’t blame ‘em at all…

See I woke up in a flash long enough to see the blonde raise up my sheets and look at my bared manhood. She pretended to write stuff down as she studied it close, even reaching in to touch it… I was already solid and so, so sensitive to the touch of her wonderfully soft hands... and that was with surgical gloves on! Mmmm, as she bent over to hungrily fondle me, that’s when I got my first peek down her top at those big juicy titties… fuck motorboating, I wanted to dive right in and go for a swim.

And the other girl, who for now will officially be called Other Girl? She was even more blatant… I saw her as she came in and fiddled with my IV and whatnot, boring bullshit, but then she turned around and bang, awesome shot of her ass, right? But then it got better… she bent down, pulled my covers up to expose my huge cock to the world and reached down to grab it! Right there, as I laid on the hospital bed, she started stroking it until it stiffened! I’m sure she heard my groans, but she didn’t react at all! Lord help, it felt amazing, I wanted so badly for her to take those damn gloves off and caress me with her bare hands…

Sadly I faded out of consciousness again before either of these situations reached their conclusion. But judging by how extremely horny I felt when I awoke, a little more intense then when I first got sent in, I can tell they didn’t get me off. That was fine though, it would’ve been shitty to do that when I couldn’t enjoy it anyway. And I don’t think they realized how long it’d been since I came… I’m sure they took one look at my cock and assumed I’d fucked three broads in the twelve hours before I was carted off. 

They were just having fun with my absolute specimen of a dick, presumably after happening to notice my really obvious bulge through the covers, even when soft, and being completely unable to control themselves. I just, really need you to understand, for the context of this story, that I have an extremely long, girthy johnson, no matter what petty rumor anyone tries to spread about it, alright? ...Please know that… okay?

Anyway. These girls are hot as hell and they are obviously in dire need of my beastly cock, like any woman would admit was the case if they were just being honest with themselves. My dry spell is as good as over… I swear to you, before I so much as leave that bed, I am cumming all over one, hopefully both of those nurses and it will be magnificent. I really didn’t wanna wait to recount this one in the past tense, so I’m going to just let the neutral, nameless narrator take over for this now, okay? Go ahead what’s-your-face, all yours…

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...Hrm? What? What’s going on? I wasn’t prepped to go on right now… uh. Well, let me just… get a look at what’s happening here, a moment please. 

Ah… I see, this is a Blue Drew story. When will he learn…? Just swallow your pride and masturbate already, friend. Start the cycle anew before you lose your mind! You’ve already risked your health… look at you in that hospital bed, slumbering away…

Hrm? No, on closer inspection, he’s not asleep, actually, he keeps peeking out through squinted eyelids… what is- oh I see. He’s looking at the oncoming nurses… tsk, tsk, tsk… this can’t end well. But just for the sake of it, I suppose I should drop the lemony narrator act and do this straight, eh? Ahem…

Drew thought he was sly, his smile and chuckle hidden as he gazed at the exposed cleavage of Nurse Tina Neill. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed physician’s assistant trekked up, her usual clipboard in hand. Drew continued pretending to be asleep as she walked over, putting two fingers to the side of his neck, to his temples, and various other spots, writing down whatever she seemed to figure out from this.

Casually, she strode over to the foot of the hospital bed and, after pulling open a modesty curtain for him, pulled his bed sheet up to look at his genitals. Just this attention alone caused his cock to rise, such was the extent of his sexual frustration. “Hrm…” she hrmmed, before taking down notes.

Putting her clipboard aside, she pulled on her medical gloves and took hold of his member without a second thought. He failed to stifle his moan at the sensation… the gloves this hospital used seemed more kind to the skin of their patients than others. Lubricated plastic, almost like a five-pronged condom. Not that Drew had a very good idea of what condoms felt like…

“Mmmm…” Drew moaned, thinking he was being quiet enough to pass for dream groans. As her thumb pushed into the bottom of the head of his member, he let out an elongated sigh of content.

Figuring he finally had her in an invested enough state to give her a good surprise, he spoke up, “You could atleast take me out to dinner first, doc…”

Tina didn’t even look up at him, showing absolutely no surprise as she replied without missing a beat. “That’d be most unprofessional of me, Mr. Belue.”

Ah yes, have we yet mentioned ‘ol Blue Drew’s last name? Yep… it’s Belue. And I’m glad to know that, personally.

Anyway, suffice to say, she knew he was faking the whole time. Drew, trying to act unphased by that, quipped, “Eh, you’re right, I was just saying that for the sake of saying it anyway… call me Drew, by the way. But yeah, I much prefer skipping to the fun part. Heheheheh… ah, and you sure do make it fun...”

“Now Mr. Belue, please. It’s not very kosher to having flirting like this between a doctor and patient...” she said, whilst gently gripping his shaft. This admittedly did seem to dull her point somewhat. 

“Ahhhhh… against protocol, right? Yeah, I know all about that...” he groaned, lying back and relaxing in his bed as he enjoyed the sensation. “What a stuffy rule, am I right? I mean come on, what’s the worst that could happen… and hey, doesn’t that just make it all the more tempting? Nnnnggh, everybody loves forbidden fruit angles and all that crap...”

“Mmm, I see, I see...” she remarked under her breath, again taking notes, as if pretending she couldn’t hear him. 

“Heh… yeah, I see, too.” he replied, blatantly staring at her deep cleavage. “Don’t pretend you’re not a rebel at heart… I mean you wear that heart on your sleeve, heh...”

“Tell me Mr. Belue, are you feeling any less aches and pains now?” she asked, seemingly completely ignoring his comments. “I know when you woke up briefly before you were always groaning and seemed miserable with anguish… has the soreness worn off any today?”

He was a bit taken aback by that comment. He didn’t realize it’d been so long, had he actually been out for a whole day? It seemed unfathomable to him that a woman could kick his ass to the point that he’d be out of commission for so long...

As he squirmed in his bed, he winced and realized that indeed he was still aching pretty badly. Still, he was trying his damnedest to impress this beautiful nurse, and so he of course said, “Nah, I’m feeling absolutely fine. A million bucks.”

“Oh? So there’s no pain around here?” she asked, as she reached forward and put a smidgen of pressure on his abdomen. This is of course where Wrasslin’ Rhea had applied a wicked legscissor that ended up cracking a rib.

“nnNGHHHAAAAAGGGHFUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Drew bellowed, convulsing and receding from stinging pain, a tear falling down his cheek on contact as a mere touch managed to bring all that anguish flowing back.

Tina barely blinked at this reaction as she pulled up her clipboard and began to write, muttering aloud, “More pain in the ribs than even typical with this diagnosis, seemingly especially tender even beforehand… treat with kid gloves.”

She didn’t realize she was actually saying that… speaking as she wrote was a nasty habit of hers that she rarely noticed. Drew certainly heard it though and groaned at that prognosis. 

“What’s going on over here?” a feminine voice asked, as the… oh Lord, the uh, ‘ebony’ woman Drew spoke of earlier stepped up, slinking past the modesty curtain. 

“I was just testing him for pain… he said he felt nothing but clearly his injuries are still pretty severe.” Tina matter-of-factly explained.

“I see… so he’s finally awake. Nice to see you active Mr. Belue, for a while we worried you were slipping into a coma… sleeping away a whole three-day weekend, you sure know how to give us a scare.” she replied, smirking knowingly.

Drew felt oddly empowered, his genitals hanging out as these two women casually spoke to him, no mockery whatsoever. That was somewhat rare for him around strangers, and even regular lovers on particularly drunken nights. Granted, he felt they should be on their knees worshipping his cock, especially as it stood erect, but ignoring it was a quiet show of acceptance as far as he looked at it, and therefore a nice start.

“Ugh… uh, it’s really not so bad, nurse, I was just hamming it up for your friend here, trying to catch her off-guard. She’s a stonewall though!” Drew joked.

“Doctor.” the ‘nurse’ replied, deadpan.

“Beg pardon, sweetie?” Drew obliviously asked.

“I’m a doctor. My name is Dr. Bethany Knox.” she explained, clearly unamused. Drew tried to hide how taken aback he was, and was still thinking of a smooth reply that would rectify his blunder when she added, “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to do an examination of my own…”

“Mmm, same here…” Drew muttered.

He was quite delighted as her hand came forward and cupped his testicles. They were a little tender, which he did notice, but she was being quite gentle, giving them only the slightest bit of pressure. “Cough for me.”

“Ahh yes, this routine, heh… any excuse will do.” he winked, before putting forth a little cough. Dr. Knox moved her hand around, her thumb and finger pressing into various spots on his scrotum, though noticeably a bit tighter after that remark. Drew ignored it though and continued smiling and coughing with her every movement, his cock twitching all the while.

“Mmmmm, doctor… can you do me a favor and tell me what that is?” he asked, as he pointed past her. 

Her face showed confusion, as she turned her head to look at the room past the modesty curtain. “Hm…? What are you referring to?”

“That… waaay over there.” he said, lurching forward a little.

To his delight, she took the bait and actually turned around, allowing him to gawk for a moment at her plus-sized, super round ass, making even those loose, modest scrubs look form-fitting. He made no attempt to hide this, as if forgetting another woman was right at his bedside. Naturally, Tina saw and tapped Dr. Knox on the shoulder, causing her to turn around and catch him in the act.

She got quite cross, closing the curtain all the way and stepping up close, putting a finger in his face as she quietly growled. “Listen here little man. We’re trying to be real nice because we know you just went through a painful, humbling experience… but you need to get it through your thick skull that we are here for your health, not for your damn libido.”

“H-Hold on… you don’t know what happened to me, who’s to say it was humbling?!” he spoke up. “For your information, I got injured climbing a mountain for charity, raising funds to save an orphanage!”

“You got your ass whipped by Rhea.” Tina spoke up. “Trust me, we know full well what happened. She sends a couple dozen men to the hospital everyday, though most don’t need to stay near as long as you have. You must’ve really pissed her off… or maybe you’re just really, really weak.”

“H-Hey… you don’t have to hurt feelings just because I’m coming on a little strong...” he pouted. “I mean come on, you can’t act like I started this! You two can’t get your hands off my junk, you obviously want ‘em!”

Tina reacted like she was about to retch at the idea, as Dr. Knox explained, “Stupid ass… we’re checking to make sure they didn’t get damaged. Stimulating to make sure it can still BE stimulated and assessing whether or not your testicles needed draining… they seem fine now but they were remarkably swollen when they got in here. Rhea never does that, but again, you seem to have a knack for pissing women off.”

“W-Well-” he began, but Tina cut him off.

“Not just Rhea… we know what went down with you and the EMT too. So we were naturally worried about permanent damage…” she explained, casually.

“Permanent damage…? She just gave me a finger flick, it was nothing...” he replied, still trying to salvage some kind of macho aura.

“Oh no, it was a lot more than that.” Dr. Knox told him. “A finger flick was just all it took to get you to pass out. After you were out, she reared back and punched you in the scrotum a few times.”

“She was really proud to let us know about that.” Tina added. “Starting to see why… but anyway, yeah, we were concerned. But I guess they’re fine… mostly just swollen with cum now, you should really do something about that.”

He was a bit steamed at that. “Don’t fuckin’ remind me… alright, alright, so I misread some signals, it happens. But, I mean, you deal with this all the time right? If you’re… taking all of Rhea’s customers. I’m sure I’m not THAT bad, considering what you deal with...”

“No, actually, none of them usually do any worse than stare.” Dr. Knox explained. “Honestly, it seems like even the pock-marked, obvious virgin 18 year olds she sends us have better social skills and less sexual repression than you’re dealing with.”

He gasped. “Okay, look! I… I’ve been through a rough patch and I’m real pent up, okay?! Damn… l-look just, I get that you don’t wanna get in trouble, don’t wanna do anything untoward and risk getting yelled at by your director for getting frisky with a hot patient, but… I mean, can you atleast tell me, like, off-the-record… you’d go for it so hard, right? Heh… right?”

“Off the record? If you came up to me in the street talking anything like you have been today, I would drop your ass where you stood.” Tina matter-of-factly declared. 

“...On the record, I’m a professional and I show no judgement of anyone’s body beyond what it means to their health.” Dr. Knox stated in her most formal voice as she looked at his still fully erect penis. She then dropped the tone entirely. “Off the record, I wouldn’t touch your tiny cock with a ten foot pole under any other circumstance and I genuinely could not even imagine any kind of sexual situation with the two of us. My brain rejects the idea, like a civil war hand transplant.”

For once, Drew found himself utterly silenced with words alone, his ego devastated by the one-two punch of the domination of Rhea’s entire body and being verbally eviscerated by these two beauties. Drew’s entire psyche was based around sheer arrogance and the unwritten rule that every woman everywhere wanted to fuck him, and some just had too much stubborn pride to admit it. But here, he saw absolutely no semblance of either of them even so much as viewing him as a sexual being…

But as he studied their bodies and his waning penis again stiffened, his libido made a sudden comeback, pushing him further in denial to protect him from this truth. He reclined back, wrapping his arms behind his head. “I feel for you gals… such slaves to your work, letting it hold you back from your strongest desires like this. Seems a little extreme to take it out on me, but I think I understand… if you say all that to me, it makes it seem more true to yourselves… I get it, really. Whatever helps you cope...”

The two of them shared an unamused look. Tina then explained, “Listen, Mr. Belue. Dr. Knox here is about to put you up in stirrups to help circulation and speed up your recovery process. But considering the level of pain you’re in, my recommendation is to first put you under a mild anesthetic so you don’t suffer too much as we move you. So please, hold still and no dirty remarks...”

He said nothing, just shrugging and smiling, content that he had the whole thing figured out as Nurse Neill took up the classic mouthpiece on a pipe, and put it up to Drew’s mouth. He breathed it in deep and immediately began to feel even more at ease.

Nurse Neill sighed… “...There is… some truth though, to what you’re saying. I do hate how frigid this place gets. It puts me under so much stress… I’m sorry I took it out on you.”

Dr. Knox took a moment to think, before scratching the back of her head. “Eh… yeah, I mean, I guess she’s right. I really didn’t need to say those mean things, especially about your awesome cock.”

“It IS pretty huge, honestly...” Tina nodded.

Drew breathed in the air and relaxed all the more as he replied, “I knew it...”

“Say, doctor...” Tina began as she turned to Dr. Knox, and took off her jacket. “Is it odd if I take my top off?”

“Not as long as you don’t mention anything about my pants.” Bethany replied with a casual smirk as she pulled them down. Drew remained calm, as if this was an everyday experience for him as Tina ripped the top of her scrubs open, letting her bared breasts flop right out, revealing no bra whatsoever. Her incredibly large tits remained in perfect, bra-like shape all on their own. 

Dr. Knox for her part was going without panties as well, turning to show her flawless, round, entirely smooth and somehow quite shiny ass, that looked like it’d been doused with a light layer of baby oil. Bethany walked backwards, making sure Drew had a fantastic look at it as she bent down and took one of his enormous testicles in one hand and his 13 inch cock in the other. Tina did the same, her breasts beginning to jiggle and ripple and bounce frantically even as she stood perfectly still whilst tending to his genitals.

They gently squeezed and kneaded his nuts and ran their hands simultaneously up and down his massive shaft, taking turns cooing about his size and how much they truly loved his dick and how no other man’s compared and how they both longed to ride it and taste it at the same time… how that would be possible, I couldn’t tell you.

Suddenly the words stopped, and they ceased stroking his cock. Like a synchronized attack force, without any wording the two of them punched out at once, their fists smashing into Drew’s testicles, causing him to black out from the pain.

...Of course none of that last bit really happened. The truth is, Drew’s body was still so exhausted that he was pretty much ready to fall back asleep at any time and it turns out he was particularly receptive to anesthetic… in other words, he fell asleep within seconds of it being applied and drifted quite seamlessly into a dream. 

His blueballing issue was truly getting bad though, as even his dreams ended with him being denied ejaculation… indeed, his wet dreams were pretty dry...