THE center
( Male Erotic Allround Therapy )

John was an average man in is late thirties, who had most affair in life sorted out. One affair that was missing in his aliveness though was an intimate relationship with a loving woman. He had a couple of Romance language before, but none was quite fulfilling for him. He just didn´t seem to find out the powerful married person. His last human relationship was already through, and his ex had a new boyfriend by now, whom John couldn´t pedestal, but she still seemed to care for Saint John, since she thought he was a nice guy. John was indeed a nice guy, but he had a few affair that bothered him, sexually. He had always been green-eyed of the men with large sexual pipe organ, being sure that adult female prefer larger size of it for the intimate pleasures, and he was sure his own cock and balls were too belittled. In the past, girls and women used to make fun of him, calling him tiny-dick, or peanut-balls-guy. He was also almost totally bald, only having little hair left, on the English and on the back of his capitulum. He was worried about that, too. A few meter John heard charwoman say, that excessive masturbation leads to the expiration of hair. So, once he had the experience of his lifespan, which set off his altogether life-time on fire ...

It happened once, that toilet was enjoying his sun on a beach one squeamish summertime day. He lay there on the guts, watching twosome hug and kiss and manoeuvre games in the ocean. The sun was shining on his body, including his balding hairsbreadth, which he never cared to spread over. The weather was so nice that the beach area was overcrowded with people, and it was voiceless to find an empty spotlight to lay down. The hot sun and the almost naked bodies contributed to the heightened horny look for John. Just next to him there lay a twosome, right up one place. He noticed that the boyfriend of the lady was often leaving her, to go swimming far into the ocean. But the girlfriend didn´t maintenance, and was just laying there, enjoying her sunbath. John threw casual glances in her direction, and as the cleaning lady was positioned really close, he could almost sense her fundament ! Yes, her feet were almost touching John´s human face. Of course, the noblewoman did not even notice this. She simply enjoyed the laziness of the day, and casually wiggled her pretty toes in John´s direction. There were some bagful next to her feet, and the cleaning lady used to touch and roll those udder with her feet every now and then. And so it happened, that the gentlewoman perhaps mixed the bags with John´s head, and yessssss, whoremaster suddenly felt a hot soft female sole flatly step on top of his head and run it slightly around, as if John´s mind was some old bag or something. John grew so shake up by this, that he actually had an orgasm in his gasp. The faineant lady´s foot rubbed his balding head, slapped it, and rolled it this way and that ! John the Evangelist was having time of his life, but not too long. Very soon the lady´s young man came back to her, and John Lackland heard them argue over this incident. The wild boyfriend said. - Gee, don´t you know we love having female person feet on our promontory and faces ? Why did you wan na defecate me jealous like that ? Especially the bald guys like that delicacy. I´m gon na plain your ass tonight when we get back home ... - john grew red in his face, but he was still very excited ... - Sorry, Tim, but i thought it was our travel bags ! I didn´t know i was stepping on his head ! Sorry, ok ? Shall i excuse myself in front of the guy ? I feel so bad .... - No, don´t alibi ! You just made him the happiest man on world, you silly backbite. You just wait till we get family .... ... ..John take heed them leave, as he pretended to not hear their conversation, acting as if he was sleeping. John´s head spinned. The sun boiled his head, and his nose could still think of the sweet scent of the distaff groundwork on his question a mo ago. That evening John came 4 or 5 meter, masturbating to this special outcome, replaying it in his thinker over and over again, remembering all the particular of it. The look of the lady´s fundament on his bald head. The genius of her actually moving his drumhead by her pes, as if it was belonging to her, as if his capitulum was a bag with some dirty clothes. The snag and smacking by her human foot. Even a few scribble on his skin, caused by her toenails ! The aroma ! It was as if her feet were either moisturized or treated with some kind of lotion or parfum. He fell in beloved with those feet, with their look, fragrance, perspective .... The jealousy he felt, that the other guy is probably now touching her feet in their car .... The slight egoistic high from the fact, that this early guy got jealous himself, over his girlfriend´s act. This guy knew his girlfriend made John the glad man on earth ! Wait a minute. How issue forth ? Somehow it was true ! St. John the Apostle never was this happy in his animation. And he could not understand, what it was that made it this way. He always thought, that there is nothing much in sex, besides sticking it into a girl, and leaving one´s seed inside her. The tactile property of an ejaculation is courteous, sure. But still this one single experience, although not sexual, was way much more hefty and sharp for John, resulting in his happiest mellow ever. But trick still was very lost as to the system of logic of it all. His brain could not concentrate. Something touched his being very deep inside, and he was never actually even mindful of such depth before. Perhaps sex and animation itself is not only interjection ? John felt a hard connection between erotics and the female infantry. And so how total this other guy figured out bathroom was the glad man on land ? Did he know about this animal foot matter, too ? Did he perhaps enjoy his girlfriend´s feet sometimes, too ? Did she maltreat on his head, just like on John´s today ? Or was there anything else about feet, that one could do ? This incident on the beach was so Nice somehow, so enjoyable ... ... ...

Since he lived alone, St. John the Apostle was masturbating like crazy, losing his seminal fluid in vain, dreaming about charwoman and different titillating scenes. His other girlfriend, Laura, recently found out that there is this place in the nearby township, where men can be simply improved, especially guys who masturbate a lot, and who are not so sure of themselves, - so they said ... Since this place was a research project, and not yet approved by the gouvernment, it was not listed in the ads, and Laura couldn´t find it in internet, either. She only heard about it. So she managed to verbalise John into driving along with her, to see what kind of spot this was. She told Saint John the Apostle that she found a office which can change him for the better, for his own good, so that he can later birth a successful relationship. trick stubbornly thought he knew in force anyway, but agreed to force along. So they finally found the property. On the entrance there stood the four letters : MEAT.

- Is this some kind of a farm or something ? - smiled privy to Laura, as he saw the abbreviation.
- Let´s go inside and find out ! - Laura was fast to answer.
Inside they were greeted by a nurse who introduced herself as Melinda. She was wearing a nurse outfit with a short bird and flip-flops. She was very pretty. And there was something about her, that John perceived as some air of control. It was as if she kind of looked down at him a lilliputian, with respect and care, but still a bit queen-like. John loved it when women were like that, as he subconsciously felt that all the cleaning lady are in some manner pouf. However his male ego was struggling with this mind a lot, telling him that no, he must contain, manipulate and use woman, take advantage of them, as if they were gloves to wear and then change for a new pair ... The nurse looked a minuscule younger than lav, and this made it even more impressive, as most men are usually attracted to adult female a bit untested than they are. trick looked down and saw her beautiful substructure. He always liked female feet, but never had the clod to do something about it, and it bothered him all his life, especially after that one episode on the beach, many years ago. John Lackland used to make this feeling of very desegregate emotions, when he saw some female animal foot close to him, especially when those ft were very beautiful, like this nurse´s foot were. It was a exceptional kind of high for St. John. Visual high. But on top of this high feeling, John clearly felt a lot of other things. things which were not so clear for whoremaster, but which caused him to know his to the highest degree beautiful notion in lifetime .... Melinda smiled at his obvious esteem, then took them to her agency and offered them tea and java. They proceeded to the introduction of the MEAT, and very soon Laura became quite sure that this was the properly seat for John. The nurse was explaining meantime some facts and particular of the MEAT formation ...

- We receive about variety of men. A lot of wives and girlfriend bring in their husband and boyfriend to us, in social club to slightly ameliorate them. Nowadays men are spoilt by our society, and charwoman have fuss coping with their unruly spouse, and so we help those loving and caring fair sex. We also receive men who are undivided and who can´t find married person for some reason, or who have problems and complexes about sex, erotics, cleaning woman. Normally such single men are dying from their frustration and often even turn depressed because of this. What happens is each healthy exclusive male wants and needs a lot of sex, each day. But since they got no partner, it is not possible for them to have any kind of sex. Even common onanism doesn´t supporter much, as it leaves the man still very unhappy and vacuous inside, besides, it has this feel of guilt feelings and improper doing about it. Men feel guilty when they masturbate, and most of them think, that women laugh at the masturbating guy rope .... So we help those men relieve the anxiousness caused by the sexual frustration, by teaching them to channelise their sexual energy into other pathways in their soundbox, through special exercices. However we also point out to them, that they have to get used to the sensation of their sexual desires being unrealised, their erotic demand not met, their sexual organs being controlled and stimulated by our suck personal, as we accompany them on this hard path. We discovered, that unrealised male´s sexual desire can work magic for the disappointed man, as well as for his wife / girlfriend. It is this press desire and strong penury to get rid of the intimate pressure inside, that actually drives a man through his life story. Once relieved of this very exceptional and uncomfortable kind of press, a male person gives up, relaxes, lays back, gets silly and lazy, and loses all his motive whatsoever. So we help poke fun get used to this new and wonderful feeling they get here, as well as we greatly intensify this feeling, too. We work on their sexual, erotic, emotional, behavioral and position trouble, while we train their sexuality. We mature and fully develop the male testicles here, too. - Melinda gave can a smile here, when she saw John´s aspect turn redder and redder. - Usually these authoritative glands remain unfledged and underdevelop in the most grown up men. They work at only about 10 to 20 % of they full phase of the moon mental ability. Hence so many misunderstanding about why some men haven´t got globe enough for certain affair and events in biography, since it is these little gland that form the basics of male´s personal power in living and his personality. Besides, a man with ripe eggs can and will gratify his char much much more beautifully and lovingly, whereas a male without fully developed orchis will only try to empty them as often and as fast as potential, thus wasting his chance for a existent affair, and leaving his woman unsatisfied. So the men become more surefooted after out course, and much more sexually self-assured and strong, thus getting more chance to meet the proper pardner for them, once outside of the MEAT. We also get a portion of males who have commited sexual crimes in the past, and so they spend some fourth dimension here, instead of a unconstipated jail. These male are punished and corrected here, and get along outside very much changed. The overall and prevailing musical theme of our therapy, is that through the long time the society has mutated into a kind of wrong direction. And so we concentrate on eventually getting back on the right path. It is easily achieved through working with the sexual glands of the men we treat ...

privy started to run impatiently in his sit, showing mark of anxiety. He suddenly felt that there was a wonderful power hidden inside the female person, as he was listening to Melinda. The kind of king which had to do with sex, and yet not straight forward sex, but something else. He also felt this index in Laura before, on occasion, but mostly then, when she denied him sex for some grounds. But now that he heard Melinda tell apart them about the canonic idea about the center, and upon a brief reflexion about the testicles matter Melinda just poited out, John grew ever More worried and dreaded about his own bollock somehow. Would he be ok to cover this all ? Would his Ball be nicely trained here ? Would he enjoy this, or would it be painful ? As if knowing what kind of thoughts John had, Melinda assured him, that she personally would give sure his clod are correctly worked on, trained and enlarged, and in fact she might even work on them herself ! John looked very shy and lost. This reasonably nurse would WORK on his male gland ? ! He was confused, and didn´t know what to think at all. So he sat there like pillock, staring at Melinda´s bare fundament. She smiled again, and asked John to stomach up and contain his clothes off, so that she could see his balls. It was ok to do so, since Laura was his ex and saw him naked many times before, anyway. John became red again, but complied. He took down his pants and underclothing, and was now naked in straw man of the both women. Melinda moved a bit closer to St. John the Apostle, and observed his intimate setup for a piece. lag Laura commented on the `` not-so-huge '' sizing John had there, and the fact that all through their human relationship she wished herself a prominent and stronger cock and bigger eggs, which in the end led her to change bathroom for another guy, who obviously was bigger sexually than John. After a brief aspect that Melinda took at his organs, she let lav dress himself up again, and told him that yes, just as she suspected, he was exactly the properly case for the testicular development course here, because his eggs in their present State and shape were clearly way too weak and too minuscule. toilet could never imagine anything like that ! A lady, a nurse, inspects his balls ! And then gossip on how weak they are ! This made him even redder yet, so he was visibly breathing hard, but all excited somehow ... .. Melinda smiled at him and calmly assured. - It´s ok, Saint John. A lot of men are in the same state of affairs as you are. Too much masturbation, too weak eggs, too little sex, no women, no fun in biography .... We will fix it for you !

- What are the terms and conditions of the stay here ? - asked Laura, also visibly excited, perhaps by the sight of the genital inspection by Melinda. Or maybe even by some certain erotic intellection or fantasise she might bear had here in this room, when told about the male exploitation course.
- It is all payed by insurance, and there is nothing to care about. We have been successful for many years now. It´s only that the functionary gouvernment has still its doubts about us, since the gouvernment are mostly men anyway. And so they all should be subjects to the meat treatment, which they fear like crazy. Can you imagine all those politicians and gouvernors being treated here ? Can you imagine our nurses squeezing their chunk every day ? ! .... - Actually no, i can´t. - admitted Laura. - I still don´t have a top idea of how exactly your therapy course proceeds. Is it about squeezing the guys´ balls as much as possible ? .... - No, of form it is not just sqeezing the balls, although i must hold that the balls do get the most aid here in the MEAT. It is the whole and wholesome therapy course, involving varieties of stimulating and activating cistron. Each specific course, each grammatical case depends on a few matter, - replied Melinda with a grin. - Depending on the patient´s primary reason for being here, depending on his yesteryear deeds and behaviours, depending on his attitude towards charwoman, also depending on the size of his putz and glob, and some other important element ... .. Laura smiled at the thought, but John grew ever more worried and uncomfortable somehow. What form of treatment ? - he thought to himself ? What are these nurses doing to the men ? Do they compact our eggs every day here ? Will i be considered a small sized guy here ? Maybe i should better leave now ? ... ..

- Please don´t worry about a thing, - said Melinda to Laura. - St. John will ill-treat out of the essence a totally different person soon. One twelvemonth is a sufficient sentence enough, to right a male. The sole affair that might possibly bother him, just as it bothers nigh of our affected role, is the fact that his gender will take on a completely new and higher story, involving all his being, changing him from the inside, and not just his intimate organs. In addition, his testicles will have to work overtime, due to the education method here, which will stimulate them to vary their size and feel. And so, talking about the possible bothering divisor, it is this feel in the nut, that a lot of Male have at first troubles getting used to. With the prison term though, every guy gets used to this ace and begins to enjoy it a lot. Apart from this, there is nothing to worry about. And even this is not a trouble ! Instead, this is a virgin pleasure ! ... - orchis ? Worry ? pain in the neck ? New ace ? Training ? variety size ? - John´s brain seemed to have only one brain cell. He could not take a shit any sensory faculty out of anything here. So he sat calm and listened to what the aphrodisiacal nurse had to say .... Here is a chassis, please satiate it out ...

lav began answering the questions in the configuration. Laura could see the form, and his answer there, too. The interrogative were mostly of intimate nature. And Melinda asked bathroom to respond honestly, otherwise the therapy might take the improper course for him. He went on writing down his answers. The both women smiled at him. How often do you masturbate ? bathroom put down his honest `` twice a day ''. What are your most commons and craved erotic fantasy ? whoremaster got even redder in his expression ... Laura watched with her smiling, as John was writing about his top sexual fantasies. She couldn´t see all he was writing, but a few run-in she could clearly see there. Something to do with mastery, humiliation, whipping, feet, soft venereal torture, etc ... Are you comfortable with the size of it of your cock and balls ? John grew even more than redder. The two noblewoman smiled again, as they watched John put down his honest `` no '' to this. A few Sir Thomas More questions, and it was over soon.

The nanny took his filled out bod, briefly read it, and informed the Guest, that this is a very typical answering radiation pattern. The vast majority of patient role put down very similar answers somehow. A lot of men actually having persistent and neverending needs and fantasies about being sexually dominated and controlled be cleaning woman, which comprises a all-inclusive scope of practices and body process, mostly of a playful nature, including foot fetich, humiliation and self-abnegation in some configuration .... Perhaps you know this from your own experience as a couple, that when you deny your man sex and delight, especially at those sentence when he seems overly horny and after you, then it sort of sends him off into a trip of mixed emotions and unrealized desires, resulting in his ever growing cacoethes for you, am i right here or not ? - Melinda asked her both Guest with another smile. - I guess so, - Laura replied, while whoremaster was getting ever to a greater extent concern and queasy about the altogether matter here ... - And in many showcase the inwardness personal helps the affected role discover and live out their deeply hidden and almost unconscious desires and pipe dream. We discovered, that it does the man much adept to uncover and live out his phantasy and dreams and desires, although only partly, not completely. This way the man gets to experience the peasures of his eroticism to some level, but at the Same time it does not give him his total satisfaction that he is looking for, thus letting him find ever deeply and secure passion for us, women, and at the same time making the man more steerable .... As you probably know, we are doing research here, too. It goes parallel to the therapy. One helps the former. We enquiry male intimate doings patterns, their drives, fantasies, need, subconscious levels. And we experiment with dissimilar sort of stimulus and self-renunciation for the men here, so as to meliorate their personal military posture and attitude. We employ a lot of different elbow room of contacting male sexuality. One way of doing so is through a psychedelic session, for representative. Just imagine, please, how intimate and deep can a session become, if a patient is given a venereal infection of psychedelics just before the seance. A highschool male patient role with some trippy intuitive feeling inside, next to one of our nurses ... .., believe me, it can get very concern ... Another way is a role-game. Most patients are very happy and open, once in a company of a dominating womanhood next to them. Whatever we do, we do it for the right of our patient role, though. The one Scripture describing it the secure way is correction. We sexually correct the males !

- Correct ? - shouted privy. - Why correct me ? I am all skillful ! I am normal ! I don´t call for this ! I am leaving .... And he stood up to go. As he was stepping out of the office staff, Melinda assured Laura that there is nothing to interest about, and that John will be successfully delivered to his new place of stay. And yes, through the glass threshold Laura saw that John was suddenly approached by a few big hard black men, who took him to his net address, his own personal chamber, which had number 11. Laura thanked the nurse and left, all excited somehow. She even wanted to start her own individual row of such therapy, - at home base with her new boyfriend. Although his hammer was ok, and he satisfied her needs well, he still had some attitude problems. And so there were a few thing to correct in him, since i wan na sustain him on a shortly lead and under my heels ... - thought smiling Laura as she drove home ...

Saint John was very furious in his chamber about the all thing. He didn´t want this therapy, and he decided he´d escape anyway, today or tomorrow, but he´d escape ! .... He closed his centre, and repeated the whole conversation with Melinda and Laura over again, in his head. The reasonably nurse ! Her non-white hair, her feet ! Her smiling, her tone of voice, her manners ... The strain to fill out .... The basic matter and facts about the essence ... The therapy form, the correction, the balls activating ... John still was tempestuous about the fact that he was sitting here, but something about Melinda was so solace and positive and pleasant, that trick eventually gave up on his choler, and slowly drifted into a sort of dreamy fantasy ... He visualized the pretty sexy toes of the nursemaid .... Somehow he felt a very late inner sensation about them, something he never felt before. What is it ? - idea John to himself. - OK, she has pretty feet, but so what ? .... And as he was trying to peach himself into not being attracted to the nurse´s feet, he found himself catching whiffs of some exciting foot perfume near him. The room was half dark, and he knew that he himself was very fresh and clean, with fresh socks, and just showered before they got to this place. He was lying on his bed, face down into the pillow. And yet the signified of some sweet metrical unit fragrance reached his olfactory organ real definitive. He turned his caput to the English, and he almost passed out from the surprisal : in good order side by side to his header, next to his pillow, - were silently seated two thoroughgoing base of the nanny ! Her pretty toes pointed to his nose, and they were really last to his cheek ! ... ..John´s look bacame red in an instance. How and when did she come in here ? He was staring at those wiggly toes, and the room was in a total muteness for like an hour or so ... ... What the f..k is this ? - thought trick to himself. Why is she doing this ? What should i do ? .... He felt himself like a domestic ass that was being whipped to locomote, but was stubborn enough not to move ... .. Should i ask her to pull up stakes ? Should i start shouting at her ? What is this ? infantry in my side ! ... .He was trying to get himself very angry. But somehow he liked this sensation of being rectify future to those beautiful toes, being able to smell them, look at them .... Suddenly the nurse broke the silence and said calmly and very seriously, without a grin. - You may also touch them, if you can !

This hit John´s brain like a hammer. Touch ! Is she sick ? Why would i touch her feet ? Who does she think she is, anyway ? Why does she guess i wan na concern them ? And this `` if you can '' ! She thinks i am too shy to do it, or what ? .... billion of thoughts like mini flies and spiders were flying and rolling inside John´s head for a few hanker moment ... He was totally lost. He felt like he was being masturbated by this pretty sexy nurse, who seemed a fiddling untried than he was. Still, descend to reckon about it, the idea of touching the beautiful nurse´s feet actually brought joy over privy. He had always had fantasies about touching and kissing female feet, but none of the women he knew allowed him to do so. The only occasion being that sentence on a beach, and even that occasion was a double-dyed chance, it just happened with him, without his doing or asking for it ... - If i am next to her feet anyway, i may as well rival them, too, why not, they are aphrodisiacal ! - thought lav.

- Where can i touch on them then ? - asked the perplexed newcomer.
- Well, virtually guys don´t ask me this, they simply touch .... - was the nurse´s replay.
That threw Saint John into another spin of craziness. No way ! about former guys ! Who does she think she pretends here to be ? What if the most early guys, too, were in the same stupid site, and were confronted by touching her metrical foot ? How many Guy did affect her infantry anyway ? And what does this feet thing does to her ? Is she a base fetishist or something ? John was lost again, but felt something very hot inside of him, a hot desire to actually adjoin her metrical foot ... Although he masturbated today in the forenoon, he still felt like wanting More, especially now, when next to the nurse´s feet. He felt an urge for an erection, and he also felt a strange sensation in his musket ball. Some form of pressure and swelling there, which seemed giving when John Lackland concentrated on the nurse´s feet.
- So may i, then ? - tried to seem casual and relaxed, John was obviously very over excited and even high somehow.
- Sorry, you time is up, trick. Perhaps the next time some day, - was the nurse´s answer, as she stood up, gave him a smile, and left his elbow room. John the Divine thought he´d die from anger and immix emotions he had. - This bitch played with me, and then left me like that ! No way ! I will kick back her ass tonight ! Next time she´s here, i will plunder her ! - thought the madden John ... ..

... All of a sudden, the TV in his room turned on, although there were no remotes, and he never touched the TV, either. On sieve, there came the introductionary programm about the nub. A sexy distaff voice was explaining means, method acting and inside information of the erotic therapy. As it turned out, each of the three flooring of the huge construction had its own purpose. On the first flooring, where whoremaster now was, the males were kept who were brought in by their wife and girlfriends. All of those men had one thing in common. Their viwes and girlfiends were not satisfied with them somehow. Some men were not satisfactory sexually, while others were really good in sex. Still their damaging attitudes, or their stubborness, or their mingy egoistical behaviour made their partners decide to bring them here, to the MEAT. The aim of their therapy being the chastening of their act towards their partners. As the female person voice went on about the inhabitants of the first base, there were also the impractical examples of some number one floor shell. John could see a guy on TV, being treated for a weak sexual drive. He could not believe his eyes, when he recognized the same nurse, Melinda, who was treating this guy ! As the sexy voice explained the form of method for treating different cases, from mild to strong, some moments of the treatment were actually caught on tape, and so one could see a sherd of it, including the patient´s reaction. John watched, as Melinda was slowly masturbating the patient. She moved her handwriting along the peter of the guy´s cock, smiling at him at the Lapp prison term. The voice was saying that this guy was a masturbation addict, and he was losing his seminal fluid thoughtlessly. This being the cause of his counteract sexual cause. As a part of the therapy, the nurses masturbate him a few times a day, but without sacking of sperm cell anymore. The nurses are well educated and experienced as to not let the interjection come about again anymore. At the same time they keep the patient role as near to ejaculation as possible. Such stimulation is a very nice way to increase the sexual effort in a male. His whole being is erotically activated, and gear up to get rid of a destiny of semen, which however is not allwed, and so, this left inwardly unhappy semen gives the man the great power, parkway and all the other secure matter he needs to develop. Gospel According to John could not believe his eyes. He always loved masturbating, and he was sure every man did, but this ! This was like ..., taking masturbation to another degree of being .... He watched as Melinda gently moved her handwriting on the guy´s putz, up and down, non diaphragm ... The camera showed a close up view of the guy´s case. His face was bright red, his center with mad expression, and his mouth open. It was as though the man wanted to say something, but could not, only his mouth was trying to move in some weird fashion ... .. The nurse worked some more on his shaft, making for sure she rubbed the sensitive prick head all around, tugging on the low hung testicles every now and then. When she saw that the patient role was tight to coming, the experienced nursemaid slowed down a small, and manipulated the guy´s testicle in some style, causing the guy to not come. And then she went on with masturbation, on and on ... The vocalization said that the right everyday masturbation usually solution in a duad of near-orgasm experiences, preferably without the usual few drib of pre-cum, a light up liquid each male person produces, mostly in his prostate, but which is not spermatozoon itself. The pre-cum shows that the Male is very excited and not far from coming. Not all males have unattackable enough prostate gland secreter, so when it is weak, it leaks its own juice, the pre-cum, just as the male´s weak ballock leak their own spermatozoan. So there was also a punishment for the pillowcase, when a man could not preserve his pre-cum inside, too. The masturbational training did not appropriate any leakage from the patient´s cock whatsoever. For some patients to give back their pre-cum was much more hard than to hold back the sperm inside, while being masturbated. And so John saw the nurse´s fingers collect a few drops of pre-cum off the tip of the tool, and rub them into her own beautiful feet ! John Lackland tought he´d explode then. Those feet, that were next to his face a few minutes ago, those feet were creamed by some other guy´s juice ? ! No way ! He felt some very firm superstar inside, but could not make anything of it yet .... He only felt the power of this all, of the nurse, of the therapy, of everything in here .... One could see on the TV, that Melinda spoke to the masturbated Male, probably informing him of the punishment for the pre-cum released. And yes, the TV showed the stopping point up position of Melinda´s hand now holding a thin wooden stick. The patient role was obviously told to hold away his cock, and so he did. Melinda began rythmically smacking his nut with the stick ! John´s erection almost became an atomic disaster ....

The part went on to the other patient´s case. Another nursemaid was this time in there. Another patient, too. The spokesperson said, that this older man was not sexually intersted in his wife anymore, due to his own stoutness and unhealthy life-style. Indeed, the man was fat, and one could see the guy was not glad about himself. The slender petite nurse, dressed in short skirt and a tee shirt, was barefoot. The man was totally naked, as he stood up in presence of the nurse. His fat belly was hanging out, and contrasting with his huge body, were his minuscule genitals. His prick very small, and his Ball hardly seen at all. The articulation proceeded to say that for this guy, the universal activation and foreplay is prescribed. John watched as the nurse made the fat man do crusade ups and team in front of her. The man breathed real hard as he was finishing his 10th push up. On the eleventh or twelvth, the man could not do it anymore, and he simply lay on the floor, right next to the nurse´s bare foot. The nurse smiled at him, and touched him with her foot. - C´mon, relocation ! Go on, another 10 push ups ! ... The female foot pushed the fat guy´s face around. The guy seemed charge, but still could not go on the push ups. The representative explained that the venereal activation is often one of the easily ways to spark a man. The nurse stepped forward, told the fat man to roll onto his back, and started to kick his Lucille Ball. John the Evangelist almost passed out from such a sight. This petite nursemaid was causing some egg pain to this fat guy, and the guy was so frail that he could not even protect himself. After a few minutes of chunk kicking, the fat guy understood, that he´d better witness some energy to do the enquire push ups for the nurse ... And so he did. The nurse then thanked him, and pointed her toes towards the old guy´s boldness. The guy greedily kissed her understructure ! The nanny smiled and left the room ... John could not make it all. Why fundament, why ball kick, why this all ?

The articulation proceeded, explaining about the linguistic rule and regulations in the sum. masturbation was not allowed in this place at all, except as constituent of the therapy, and only done by the nurses. Each attempt to secretely masturbate was severely punished. This rule being one of the most of import here. Any male caught masturbating could easily become a case for expurgation / egg removal. All men knew about this, and very rarely did some fearless guy risk his eggs in favour of some 2 minutes long wanking pleasure. The representative continued to say that the male eggs are to be always overfilled with semen with no exclusion. The masturbationary practices were all without vent. They were all about the no-release. John could not understand this. He was sure, that once a man was excited, he had to get then. He knew that when a man was left un-cum, then it bothered so much ! The phonation said, that the male person are gradually trained to resist ever higher levels of manual of arms foreplay, until they can be masturbated for 12 hours nonstop, without coming. This way, the totally male reproductive system of rules is trained, as well as his will mogul, as well as his perception of women is changed for the better.

The patients with pocket-sized peter and balls were normally serving the nanny, and such small-sized guy wire received short masturbation pleasure from the nurses. Because usually the nurses prefered larger cocks for their handling. The measurements were made in the rootage of each male´s hitch in the centre. The size of unerected and erected cock was taken. The underground level of the patient´s eggs was tested. The stature of the eggs in the egg-sack, the size of each egg ... The TV showed one of such tests. One saw some guy there, fully erect after being masturbated by a nurse. The nurse then put his toilsome putz on a nearby table, stood herself upon this table, and gently covered the hard peter by her bare foot. The voice explained, that if the erect cock is scant than the nurse´s foot, then this male is checked in as `` small ''. The small-scale guys were subject to more vivid egg stimulation. The eggs produce testosterone, the male´s main hormon. The More the testosteron a male has, the handsome his intimate pipe organ become, since this hormon influences the ontogenesis of heftiness and sexual organds directly. Then the guy´s eggs were tested. The nursemaid still stood on the mesa, and asked the affected role to put his both egg on the board edge. Holding the guy´s principal for her ballance, the aphrodisiacal nurse slowly stepped on his bollock with her one foot. She was very thrifty and slow in this, as the role was to find out, just how much of her weight the tested egg could take. When the nursemaid saw the Male Menachem Begin to turn over out randomness, she withdrew her invertebrate foot, and proceeded to the back egg. john was shocked ... All of this made him extremely excited. He needed his orgasm again ! And his hand found its usual way inside his pants ...

As he started to tint himself, suddenly a siren went off, and in an instant or two, a few nanny appeared inside his sleeping room. He was still aroused after the just seen TV introdiction, and he was just about to wank and relieve the pressure inside. But the nurses seemed angry somehow, and began opening their handbags. They reminded him that there was no masturbation allowed there, unless he did not want to have his balls anymore. So as his first punishment, he received a syringe with some liquidness in it, - a syringe into each of his orchis ! The ladies secured him to the room tabular array, took hold of his redress egg, and injected the syringe acerate leaf in it, sqeezed out the substance into his decent ball, and then repeated with the left egg the Saami thing. John never had a needle in his nut until then. The sight and look of these female putting some poppycock into his ballock was too much for him. The nurses left, and privy started feeling the strange feelilng inside his eggs. They swelled up, grew harder, bigger and hard. They also lowered in the egg discharge, while the sack itself was now tightly stretched and glazed. John thought that his egg sack might pause, if it stays this way. And the sensation was such, as if a moscito or a bee stings the eggs on the inside ! The sensation grew inviolable. It was as though tens of bees were inside his eggs and were stinging him ! John was rolling around in his bed, waiting for this flavor to leave. But it didn´t go ! ... ..Suddenly Melinda stepped inside. - Well, John the Divine, i am sorry about this, but you were warned, no masturbation here. Next time you try to do it, and i am taking your both diminutive eggs out, - got it ? I will use scissor grip to disconnect those useless goober from your body, John. - Melinda said in a calm but indisputable tone of voice, totally seriously, even small angrily ... - You stupid bitch ! - was furious John´s replay. With that, Melinda waited until John was on his side, and then swiftly kicked him in his testicle ! John´s eyes almost left his fountainhead. Not only did his eggs hurt from all this bee bunko, but also this bitchy nursemaid kicked him there ! That sexy beautiful fundament he was so lots in love with, hit his most sensitive male expanse, and that happened during such a striking caught-trying-to-masturbate event, right after the prick syringes in his ballock ! That was more than he could take, and he spasmed into an interjection .... Melinda observed calmly, as his ejaculate was leaving the cock. She then informed him about his future punishment for this. From now on John was national to the third floor of the MEAT, his correction being quite hardened and merciless. It was the level, where sexual crook and offenders were kept and corrected ... .. Overwhelmed by all of this, and with his ball on firing, John the Evangelist was transmitted to the third story of the building.

This time his personal chamber was number 31. - OK, now what happens future ? - the unfortunate man was trying to imagine. - More ballbusting or what ? And he decided to himself, that he would take revenge on that bitchy harbour Melinda. Somehow he knew that she was treating him purposely rudely and mercilessly, - so he thought ....

The way TV broadcast showed the third base and the second levels overview. The mo level was a pure experimential spot. The male were tested in a form of ways. The farseeing time one can go on without ejaculation. The longest clock time one can stand firm a onanism until one almost loses it. The 12 hour prospicient masturbation, non-stop, where a male is asked to deliver a single drop of his seminal fluid by the 6-hours-mark, and another pearl by the end of the 12 hour academic session. mental test for masturbation while with heavy weights on the eggs of the man. psychometric test for ball electrical resistance, where each tested egg was put under high exterior pressure. Tests for strong-arm strength and its connection to the sexuality in a male. examination for reactions to different syringe resolution for the testicles. Tests for egg-weights, where the weights have been adjusted to the eggs, and so the time-tested male had to resist ever profound weightiness on his bollock, carrying them around the house. There seemed to be all kinds of testing, which had to do with Male sex .... In addition, all of the patients of the inwardness, from all three floor, were collected together every evening, inside the cinema entrance hall, a immense room resembling a movie dramatics. This hall was on the second degree, and so this showed that it had to do with experimental practices somehow. What happened every evening before bed-time was that all of the affected role were sat into their bottom in the antechamber, for their daily optical and audio stimulational chastening. On the big and broad film screen there were actually played movies and cartoons ! All of them were of erotic melodic theme, and contained tantrum of mastery, humiliation, and even correctional education, - so that all the male person together had this chance to observe it, and by the end of each movie each patient was asked to write his own perception of the just seen movie or cartoon, reflecting on the significance of it, and posture towards it, with comments and questions from the patient. The nurses then collected all these patients´ responses, studied them the succeeding morning, and this served as a kind of feed back in some fashion. The nurses then could see adept, what each patient tactile property about some particular scene or movie, his thinking, questions, the likes of and disfavour, etc ....

The TV showed a bit of one such collective movie-watch-together. trick saw quite a lot of men seated there in the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, he didn´t know the substance had so many patients simultaneously. This time on the large cover there was a cartoon. It obviously had educational design, toilet figured out. The cartoon voice was explaining that it is always good for each man to remember some kind of picture in their head word .... A painting of the substantial relationship between a male and a female .... King John grew very interested by this idea and was all auricle .... One could choose any video for himself, but the one thing in mutual was a slight superiority of the female person over male ... There came a few common good example. A cleaning lady riding a bicycle, a woman riding a gymnastic horse, a woman riding a domestic ass, a adult female driving a car, a woman flying a plane, a woman maneuvering a boat, a princess and her striver, a female boss and her employee, a female teacher and a male student, a nursemaid and a patient ( upon bringing this representative all of the patients suddenly broke the silence, stood up and started happily chanting Yesss, Yessss, Yessss, we love our nanny ! ! ! ! ) ....

The cartoon vocalisation went to say that in each of this examples, a bicycle, a car, a boat, a planer, a Equus asinus, a horse, etc, - represents a male person, whose only purpose, project and pleasure in lifespan is to carry out his directly duties, carryng his charwoman around, or behaving accordingly in typesetter's case of students, slave, patients, etc, - so that their char is always happy and quenched. The voice took one such lesson for a finisher review for all. The cycle grammatical case. John could see, how the sketch female person rode her normal cartoon bicycle for a patch, moving her legs on the foot lever there. Then there came a slender change in the picture. The voice said that the male´s testicles can be compared to the bicycle´s wheels. And yes indeed, out of both bicycle rack there were suddenly two very large Male eggs ! And instead of the genuine bicycle alloy frame, there now was a man ! Situated just so, that his peg and body made out a kind of new bike flesh, his principal being the bicycle´s steering piece, and his both bollock being the bike. The cartoon woman sat comfortably on her new bicycle - man. The bicycle - bollock gave in a little bit, but remained intact, just a bit more compressed. And the woman´s metrical unit were on the foot lever, that led to the wheel - eggs. The voice then explained that every man should suffer his eggs under high pressure, just like a normal bicycle´s tyre is, so that the riding womanhood has no job riding around. The weak and abandon eggs being compared to flat or worn out and useless tyres. The female feet being only one thing that moves, meaning that through her invertebrate foot a woman can actually go the totally male - female person social structure. And the connection from her feet to his eggs meaning that a unceasing input and activation of the male´s ballock by her feet leads to the result of the Male riding her around on his back - underframe. The voice went on to point out that in some relationships the woman keeps her foundation off the man´s eggs, away from them, with the resolution being no moving at all ( her substructure off the pedal point, the bicycle stands still of course ). And in some human relationship where the adult female is moving her human foot real activ, around the male´s venereal country, - resulting in a very luxuriously speed of her bicycle - man .... In yet another cartoon representative, a donkey one, no feet pedaling was needed at all ! With the reigns leading to the male´s eggs, and with the distaff feet occasionally kicking the male´s butt or position, no real endeavor was needed to get the domestic ass moving. In such a case, just as in the cycle case, too, the size, durability, pressure and activity of the eggs would make a big dispute. A donkey male with big strong low hong overloaded nut will definitely drive much break and faster, than a male with empty or low or weak testicle. And it is then up to a woman, which kind of transit she chooses for her life. They are all good, but one thing must be definitely sure is male eggs pumped up to their highest degree of pressure level possible, and always kept that way .... Upon this the cartoon adult female jumped off her cartoon donkey and took a few pace towards his butt. One could see the donkey´s butt from derriere, as well as his swollen oversized testis hanging loosely down there. The testicles were bigger than the riding woman´s head each. The rider slapped each huge egg a few times, then separated them from each other a little bit, sideways, and then tried to revoke one egg up. The egg was so heavy, however, that she couldn´t lift it up even one inch ! She punched the egg with all her might, with a fist, and then she kicked it firmly with her human foot, too ! All through this examine metre the donley male stood still without any motion or sound. This being a adept sign that his egg are now so well trained that they are almost immune to anything in the world. The happy riding cleaning lady then gave the donkey her right bare hound for kissing, and one could see how the suddenly wind up Male domestic ass began ecstatically licking and kissing the female person blackguard ... His saliva drooling, his unscathed torso shaking with delight, his prick having an erection, and his whole self being in Nirvana ... ... The cleaning woman then withdrew her heel from the donkey male´s mouth, jumped on top of him again, moved the reigns, and off they ran again ! ....

The voice went on to explain that each of the transport family had their advantages and disadvantages. And that it was up to a finicky woman to foot up and use the scoop suitable transportation for her. Some of the male being more like donkeys, some - more wish horses, some - more like bicycles, some - more like cars, some - more like airplanes, some - more like Eruca sativa, some - more like educatee, some - more like patients, some - more like employees, etc ...., although in a lot of cases the males in the relationships seem to act as if it is them, the male person, who ride, drive, Edward Teach, heal, consecrate orders around .... And so it was up to the particular cleaning lady, too, that she gradually made her male person take in what the real picture of reality is, who on top is, and who the princess is. And just like it was widely used inside the correctional nub Academy, just as freely and openly should any woman at all use the exposure and accessability of the male ballock, in order to cause, adjust, touch off, place, praize or penalise her own male partner. The cinema hall voice got silent for a minute, and St. John could see and hear the patient seated there all agitated and excited about this all, beginning to compose their own sentiment and flavor about the just seen sketch ... The interpreter in the TV in John´s room came back to life story again, saying that this daily movie / cartoon vigil is a theatrical role of educational and mental training for all the patients of the inwardness. And that the nursemaid mildly correct those affected role, whose resolution and reaction they found inappropriate somehow. One episode was shown there. Two nursemaid held a conversation with a affected role, who seemed to wrongly understand the movie he saw hold out night in the movie manse. The patient was sitting on a chair, naked, with some weights attached to his balls. His egg discharge stretched, the system of weights almost touching the story. Just in front of him were seated the both nursemaid. One of the nanny held a cane in her small-scale hand. Whenever the nurses disliked the patient´s resolution, there followed some mild but juicy caning, aimed for the patient´s right egg. Hie nut were separated by a rope, so each egg could be addressed directly and separately. And since he also had weights on his Ball, there was this doubly discomfort he was experiencing, exercising weight and the caining. After a while the patient seemed to reconsider his point of thought for some cause, and was freed of the free weight then. He left the way very happy now. The phonation added that although his eggs pain a lot by now, his mind is much more in the redress shape definitely .... All through this programm, whoremaster felt ever unattackable sensations of how own eggs want a like kind of discussion from the nursemaid. This seemed so straight forward, so juicy, ao subject, and so deep ! John realized now that he missed a lot in his life already, by not being born in this MEAT menage, in the starting time stead. And he even felt gallant that the other men, all the men outside of the heart and soul, didn´t have a chance to get such a supreme pleasure he was experiencing here. But come to conceive of it, the actual pleasure was somehow .... different from a usual delight. It was no real sex, in fact there was no sex here at all. It was not ejaculation pleasure, either. On the wayward, it seemed to throw to do with the ballock and the psyche, the mind. St. John the Apostle was having these thoughts on and on, as he continued to find out the introductionary TV programm ... ... ..

... On the third floor affair got different. This was the place where males with criminal past were kept, males with very agressive qualities, males who repeatedly hit and molested their wife and lady friend, male person who cheated on their wife and girlfriend, and males who simply did not see to the oecumenical rules and regularization set by the center authorities. All these and standardized cases were subjugate to the most sober correctionary measures. And since the overall stay in the MEAT was about a year, one could only imagine, that when confronted by everyday erotic chastening practices, no male could escape actually being so nicely and positively corrected, that they came out totally dissimilar into the world again .... Saint John the Apostle suddenly saw all this. He saw the meaning behind all of this. He felt the female power over male genitals, he felt the superiority of the female person, and he knew that Sooner or later he, too, would be a totally different person ... .. A aphrodisiac vocalisation from the TV introduced the most coarse third trading floor pattern to John. The most severe one, the voice proceeded, was castration. The nanny personal was allowed to castrate a male, if his wife / lady friend allowed it, and of course, if the offence or crime commited was so bad as to go for this uttermost punishment. There happened an average of one emasculation per month, and the nurses collected the removed eggs as a memento. The huge collecting chalk jar was a form of conservation, which could easily hold open integral the dislocated male person ballock for a few years at least. The jar had a few dozens of eggs in it already. They were floating easily in some special conserving liquid there, looking more like fishes than like male eggs .... John watched as a few nurse surrounded the castration table upon which there lay a man, totally au naturel, on his dorsum. The voice explained that this finicky male has had several rapes and a few hard sexual molesting fount, along with some sadistic torture done by him upon the women he was involved with. The vocalisation grew tranquil and quieter, as if not to interfere with what was going on on the TV screen. The guy was secured to the table, his hands and ft and head firmly attached to the table, so he could not run, let alone relief valve. The aphrodisiac nursemaid were prepare for the castration. The vocalisation then calmly explained the point of the approaching surgical procedure. For the spoilt offenders there was no narcosis, no drugging. The man had to palpate everything full time. The particular method for the expurgation was chosen by the castrating team on place, depending on their perceptual experience of the offender. Although the most third trading floor male were getting their day-to-day syringe into their orchis in order to castigate their doings even more, there were still some very tough casing, who just seemed to not withdraw seriously the therapy and the nurses. They broke the formula over and over again, and they molested and angered the nurses, too. The vocalism said, that each emasculation routine is usually shown to all of the male person of the team, in order to restrain them on a leash, to show them what may happen to them too, - should they go against the rules, try to masturbate, or misbehave any early wrong way .... So, for this guy, the voice went on, the method of `` pulling out '' was chosen by the female. That meant actual pulling out the orchis off the man so much, that the egg cords would break. The team began. The vocalisation went quiet again, as the principal castrating nurse began separating the man´s egg-sack from his body. She expertly cut off his egg sack, and in a few moments the freed cutis was laying on the table adjacent to the instruments. trick could see how the nurses squeezed out the guy´s testicles, so that they actually hung unaffixed outside his body, uncovered now, after his egg sack had been removed. Each of the nursemaid in turn took detention of the guy´s exposed eggs, and proceeded to handle and coerce it for a while. After each nurse had her fun with the freed nuts, the main castrating nurse then took each egg firmly in her manus, and began pulling them away from his body. John could see, how the egg corduroys got stretched to almost two feet or More. The nurse´s hands with the eggs in them actually reached the guy´s knees. His testicle were as far as his human knee, but still attached to his body. The sperm cord were trying to save the eggs, still resisting the nurse´s hands, not giving in, not giving up. Then the nanny took another dance step away from the guy, pulled a small harder, and everybody saw how the sperm cell cords could not resist so very much pulling, and they broke in the middle, with a swooshy sound. The now loose void cord disappeared inside the patients body again. The nurse was holding the both eggs in her little hired man, and was showing them to the guy, now castrated. The guy screamed and cried even more than, as he saw his eggs separated from him. The nursemaid then went on to fix the wound and quiet the guy down a bit ... The vocalization informed, that once castrated, a male actually ends up being a man, so he is treated as a castrate from now on. Also, each castrated man is far less agressive and unbehaving, than an uncastrated one ....

The eunuchs in the MEAT were doing all the unsportsmanlike work in the house, as well as serving the nanny, attending to all their wishes and whims. The nurses of the MEAT on all three trading floor enjoyed the oral services to their base, that the eunuch and some early patient role were giving them daily. One of the most commons practices throughout a day was feet cleaning and refreshing. Whenever a wet-nurse felt like it, she could ask an eunuch or one of the patients to lower himself in front of her, and refresh her toes in his oral fissure. Or to clean her feet by his glossa. The females simply liked the feeling of their toes being washed inside a male´s mouth. Apart from the pleasant feeling, this also gave them some certain high quality over males, which they enjoyed a lot. There were a few eunuchs in the home, on a veritable basis. They were shown to the rest of the habitant, egg-less, but well-behaved now ...

Another form of emasculation was called `` lady´s heel ''. What happened was a man lay on the base, face down, stage spread all-inclusive apart. The castrating nurse positioned her foot over the male´s egg so that her cad would press right down into one egg at a sentence. The suckle eventually put her completely trunk weight on that one dog, and, as a outcome, the weightlift egg would pop. Normally this popping sound was the sign that the egg was broken. Then the nanny did the like with the other egg, too. And only then did the skilled nurses open the guy´s egg sack, to take away his both popped and useless eggs. In some cases former methods were used, according to the particular patient. Sometimes the nurses only took out or handicapped one of the eggs during castration, leaving the early one intact. This way the healthy egg had to work overtime, making out for his lost twin brother ... ...

Another offender was this time on the table, secured and prepared the like way as the first one. Only this prison term it would not be a expurgation. The offence being not so bad, the nurses received OK from the man´s wife to greatly enlarge his eggs. The enlarging tests were successfully made on the arcsecond story, and showed that a male person with artificially enlarged eggs actually began to act out the way any male with large egg would act. The most coarse example are animals. The strapper, domestic ass, elephant and some former animal kingdom´s male egg are definitely huge. This leads to a heightened private road in life, as well as agressiveness and dominating behavior. And the homo Male tend to replicate the fauna somehow. The examination showed that a man Male can successfully sustain having his enlarged bollock reaching the size and free weight of a water-melon each ... This guy on the OP tabular array had very lowly ballock, and on top of that, he was very misbehaving. His married woman complained a lot, that he would only empty his small bollock inside of her, without ever trying to pleasure her. He also cheated on his wife repeatedly. And at last he was also caught masturbating .... whoremonger watched as the nurses opened his nut sack with a scalpel. They carefully took his modest ball outside of his sack, and started pulling the egg cord. They wanted to take in sure enough his eggs are some aloofness away from his body, for the better enlarging surgical procedure. His bollock were as modest as peanuts. One could see the nurses laugh about it. Once they made certainly his egg cords were stretched outside his body at least a animal foot long each, they put his both eggs upon his belly. Then one nanny took a syringe and the goad entered one egg. The guy was anesthesised, so he did not finger much anyway. Then the nanny emptied a all syringe of liquidity into his one egg. The egg literally enlarged about 5 to 6 prison term, and looked like a expectant apple by now. The same happened to the endorse egg soon. In the end, the man was seen laying down still, with his two apple-sized testicles laying on his paunch. The nurses closed the lesion on the egg sack meanwhile. The man was to carry his now enlarged bollock outside of his sack ! The camera then showed the side by side day after the operation. The same man was seen as slowly walking down the hall, naked from the waist down. Three or four nanny walked in front of him and by his side, to observe the effect of the operation. John´s eyes almost exploded again, as he saw the two very expectant testicle hanging low almost next to the guy´s articulatio genus, as he walked on. The eggs grew bigger yet overnight, and were now almost the sizing of a melon each. They were visibly also very heavy. And the guy had problems walking, as his each gradation caused the heavy egg-melons to move around his human knee. His new egg actually were in the way for him. In addition, the eggs´ weight was so slap-up that his sperm cords were stretched to their uttermost, and so the guy had to be existent careful as to not do any sharp movement, because then who knows, perhaps the cords could suddenly come apart ... .. When asked in a brief after-OP-interview about his feeling and thought process, the bozo responded that he had no cerebration right then. But the one feeling he had was that the tensity and pressure sensation in his eggs were so solid and so much, as if there stood an elephant on his eggs all the clock time. The interviewing nursemaid then informed the guy that this feeling will eventually increase by a few clip very soon, but then the patient usually gets used to the new sense datum, and can soon carry his blow up nut very comfortably outside of his egg-sack. His well melon-eggs looked like they were about to burst. One could see the veins almost popping from all the tension they were in. The nurse contact his melon vine with her hand, and pressed down quite tough on them, causing the egg cords stretch even more for a minute. She told the guy that he should actually try to coach his sperm-cord-muscles, - trying to contract and then untie the cord. If he did not prepare the cords, then it was potential that his melon would soon lower themselves to the background. That way people could actually step on them, by an accident, causing him some pain and anger. When the guy protested that he did not want this to happen like that, and that he would kick to the law and such, the interviewer asked the guy to spread out his legs. The guy did, and one could see his eggs hanging right in the middle between his branch so low, that they almost touched the priming. The nanny smiled, as she lifted her bare foot up a bit, and started to play soccer with his melon. It looked like a football, in fact, two football game. The nurse kept slightly but steadily kicking both his eggs, one after another. And John could see the melon flying around. The nurse informed the guy then, that eventual outdoor insistence on his melons is a nice vis-a-vis to his internal air pressure, and that should he still want to complain or something, his egg-melons would be used in a real football friction match, instead of the usual balls ....

One other vernacular praxis for the one-third trading floor wrongdoer was ballbusting. The male to punish had to stand in front line of the ballbusting nurse, his body naked, his legs widely spread. The nurse then kicked his clump repeatedly, many times. Even when the male was already on the base, the nursemaid continued to issue him strong kicks into his egg. This practice session, seemingly very cruel, brings about the skilful answer in the male. The pain in the eggs leaving the patient with no other option but to never repeat the umbrage again. Most third base patients received their daily bullbusting from dissimilar nurse available at the time. Sometimes two or three nursemaid busted some guy´s clod simultaneously, together. Normally the peeress were barefoot, although for the worst offenders fleshy and grievous boots were worn, causing the male person much more pain ... ...

One other cute way for correcting the bad male person was testicle transplant. During such a surgery, the offender´s eggs were removed, and instead of his eggs, some other eggs were given him. This could be some animal´s eggs, or even nut of some very old just-died-man. In such a character, the offender would inflame up after the OP with dissimilar orchis. And from then on, his behaviour would be smoothened through the distorted natural process of his new egg ....

Yet another good selection for the nurses was such, where inside the male´s eggs there was implanted a special forked splintering, in fact one pocket-size cow dung for each egg. The microprocessor chip was operated through remote control control, by the nurse. And so whenever the male with the chip was misbehaving, a nurse would simply press a push button, and ship some pain daze directly into the bad guy´s eggs ! The chip was capable of doing a lot of effects in the nut. Apart from pain, it could cause burning eggs, itchy egg, over-compressed orchis, over-heated ballock, frozen eggs, shaking eggs, and over-horny eggs. The concluding impression was the one the nurses enjoyed the most doing ! What happened was that through pressing the `` horny '' button on the remote for the chip, the male´s eggs began really feeling as horny as about 100000 times the common feel a male person has. Of course, the chip made it an artificial impression, but for the affected role it made no dispute, - the male with the chip really felt like he wanted sex 100000 times sharper and inviolable than common ! So whenever misbehaving, or upon improper cleanup of the nurses´ substructure, the females often applied the `` horny '' subprogram, and the unfortunate male person was sent into some mad horny craziness for minute. Once this even caused one guy lose his judgment ... ..

The voice went on, to remark on the following case. The camera showed a big stiff guy, on his knees, with a nanny on his spine, riding him as a horse inside his sleeping room. The nurse was low, barefoot, and held the sovereignty in her little hands, directing and maneuvering the horse-guy around the room. whoremonger noticed that the reigns went to the guy´s egg instead of his neck. He grew impatient and excited again, as he observed the petite nurse kicking the guy in his English by her piffling metrical foot, - just as the usual horse-riders do ! In addition, the girl moved her manpower this way and that, making the horse-man follow her commands. The representative explained that this horse-back-riding is a persona of the overall grooming for all of the men in the MEAT. Every Male had to go through it, no subject what. But in case of offenders or misbehaviour, the equitation was made so uncomfortable for the male person that it really was a punishment for him. One of such causes was the knee and hand irritation, when the male was ordered to move faster and faster. His knees and hired hand were soon in infliction. Another cause was the reign, of course of study. The experienced equitation nurse did her considerably to tug on the male´s testicles just so lots, that he has no early choice than to move on as directed, since no male person can stand firm strong testicular tugging. When a guy was out of breathing time, or became fag out somehow, the girl´s heels on his sides, and the reigns on his eggs were reminding him, that he better move on. The petite sexy nurse was ordering and riding this big guy around ! She even put her invertebrate foot on his read/write head. This looked like she was a queen, and he was her buck or donkey. What a picture of female supremacy ! The aphrodisiacal TV voice said, that many Male were actually really treated and take as riding pony or horses, and that they practiced a lot just outside of the MEAT building, in the back yard. The nurses often made the male buck compete with each other. The fastest male person knight with a nurse on his back received some kind of a loot, the slowest usually received ballbusting session, as a sure way to improve his speed following metre.

Oftentimes, a fluctuation of such horse-back-riding was shoulder-riding. It was when a nanny positioned herself on the cervix and shoulders of a male, sitting on top of him, her legs in front of his soundbox, her hands on his head to direct him. Such shoulder-riding was very common in MEAT and was widely used on all floors, since it allowed the nanny to basically not even have to walk anymore. Instead, whenever and wherever they wanted, they called any Male which was around, got on his neck, and ordered him to travel in the desired counsel. The mule-man then walked, carrying the nurse on his shoulders. This way the focal ratio was basically just like a normal walking speed, and it was also an additional physical training for the male in the MEAT. Nurses enjoyed making the men work out, exercise, do crusade ups and early things for them. The ceiling were very in high spirits in the MEAT, and so the altitude of the have a bun in the oven nurse was not a problem. The interpreter said, that this kind of shoulder-riding was common amongst some ancient folks long time ago, and that our pose social club would only profit a lot, if this Sami pracitce came back to life again. Just imagine the beautiful picture of our men carrying us around, all round the world, - the articulation suggested .... John thought about it for a instant, and agreed to himself, that it´d be nice that way.

Another practice, which all of the Male were subjects to, was caning. The voice explained that a veritable caning / spanking / slaughter is very good for all Male anyway. It betters the blood circulation in the sexual area, it stimulates the men mentally ( the speech sound and prospect of a distaff nanny spanking a male ), and above all it reminds the men of their attitude towards females. In case of bad wrongdoer, the caning was made very intemperately. The offenders were caned by the rotating teams of the nurses, who each had her turn to mop up the male. The usual praxis was three times a day, an hour prospicient session. The first off sessions usually opened the hide on the butt of the offender. The following academic term kept the wound assailable and slightly more enkindle. The offender was often asked about his behavior as the session went on, and when he mentioned his crimes and wrongfulness doings, the nanny usually verbally accompanied their caning. John the Evangelist suddenly saw and heard : - Yes, i had to dishonour her, because she did not want to give birth sex with me, and she also thought i´d never outrage her ... .. - whoosh, whoosh, ouch, ouch, the whip did its job on the rump of the offender, and the whiping nurse went on : - So you think you may do it again then ? - I dunno ... whoosh, swoosh, ouch, ouch .... - Well, let´s see how much more you can subscribe to from this. We are at your service all night long this time .... Swoosh, swoosh ... ... John could see how the skin on the butt opened, and there began some hemorrhage .... The guy was obviously in pain, and yet he did not regret his crimes .... The voice went on to inform, that usually after a week or two of severe caning and beating, any bad offender begins to reconsider his behavior ... .. Gee, thought the perplexed John to himself. What kind of place is this ? Is it a torture place or something ? .... As if heard by the unseen personal, the voice went on to say, that the actual purpose of the whole inwardness thing was chastening only. No real punishment, no real torture. But correction, directed at the male´s demeanor and attitude, as well as at his sexual act in oecumenical, - all done through activating and manipulating the region of his eubstance and thinker, related to the sexuality. The new method acting, recently re-discovered by the ahead scientists, showed that the intimately results and force are achieved, when a man is addressed not verbally, not emotionally, not in any other usual way, but when addressed directly at his sexuality. The leading squad of scientists, mostly female, was still researching this topic, trying to make it a serious discipline and work, just like psychology, for example. The basic were already laid, but the experimental pattern was still taking place, looking for some new and better choice and ways for the most commons subject ...

... .The following 9 months Saint John spend going through all kinds of the therapeutical and correctional procedures and practices on the thirdly flooring. On a daily ground, he was ridden as a horse, caned, syringed into his eggs, and a few other things. Sadly for him, for his horse-riding sessions, instead of that flyspeck small nurse he saw on the TV, he was ridden by a very fat and impenetrable nurse, who was also not too friendly to him somehow. In fact she did not even babble out to him. She simply strided him, sat down on him, and ordered to move around. Without a single word the fat nurse was pulling on his egg as she rode him. john did his advantageously to accomodate her indirect request, but she was way too big for him, so this resulted in constant egg pulling. Once she got off of him, she only said to him this. - If you are as slow tomorrow, then i´m gon na put some weights on your orchis, too ! The next day John was even slower than before, because he was very exhaust and not completely recovered since yesterday. The fat mean lady however, kept her promise, and on the third day, right before she got on top of him again, she secured some 10 British pound sterling weights down onto his eggs, which were almost touching the story. Then she got on top of him, kicked his side with her fat cad, and pulled the reigns. John the Evangelist almost lost it, as he felt his eggs not only being pulled down from the 10 punt free weight under his eggs, but also being pulled in another focus by the reign ... .. This fourth dimension, however, he was faster, as he could not imagine another ride like that .... The trace day the fat lady came in with some piddling bag. She opened it, took a syringe out ... John thought. - Oh no, not again ! .... She saw this flavour of his, and said to him. - Yes, John, i am giving you some tingy tingy in each of your testis. remember the initial bee hustle you had ? Well, this is another kind of liquid, but it is quite similar to the first one. In increase to the stingy effect, your testicle will also be feeling very strong air pressure, as if they are going to burst soon. This atmospheric pressure is gon na serve you ride immobile and legato today, - got it ? ... .... Saint John the Apostle got it, and took a syringe in each egg. The fat lady smiled, as she saw the initial tremble, when the goad went inside the first egg. - If it was up to me, i´d make every single male on solid ground have such a syringe in the eggs casual ! - said the fat char, as she quickly emptied the syringe into his balls ... ... privy thought that peeress was too much somehow .... Still he rode so well and fast, that in the end the peeress even let him lick her fat heels. This was the first time he was ever allowed to lick a female person foot ! The fat lady was so self-assertive to make him lick her heels, that he almost orgasmed when he actually did it. Her heels were fat and crispy, as if she never cared for them, the skin there very unsmooth and dry. John began rythmically moving his tongue over the fat lady´s heel. He enjoyed it tremendously ! - I want you to soften my hound by your clapper. I know you love doing this, so i am sort to you today, letting you actually lick my heels. Do it for another 10 minutes ... Now, that´s a good boy. think of where you belong, and it´ll be all serious, - she said, as she was leaving him ... ... Belong at some lady´s feet ? John was perplexed and lost again ... .. However, John Lackland grew ever stronger daily, having to carry this big fat adult female on his back for about an hour each day. And not only just sound off riding. This base lady was making him actually do things, follow her orders and dictation, just as if he was a real sawhorse ! She made him go slow, then fast, then turn around, then run, then gallop, then walk again, then halt, then run, then bar, then gallop, then even jump ! And jump he did, with the fat noblewoman on his backbone ! unhappy with his too heavily landing place, and also with his not-so-positive attitude about it, the fat mean lady would discharge yet more and more syringes into his eggs ! Although the liquid injected each time was not a lot, still it had some strange effects on John´s eggs. First of all, the beggarly madam always seemed to insert the needle into one same spot all the time ! It was on each egg´s end, where it hurt the most ! And through daily needling like that, this spot on the testicle grew first very irritating, but then later it grew kind of numb ! The lady injected different liquids each time, and she was telling John the Evangelist about the potential effect he´d feel soon. She also assured him that the liquid dissolves inside the bollock quickly, and leaves no after-effect or side-effects at all. Most injections were persona of punishing step, as they hurt the eggs. Additionally, each different case of liquid state had its own exceptional timbre, which resulted in the patient role feeling all kind of possible combinations inside his balls. Some males got their daily syringe in the ballock in the morning time, while others got theirs during the day, often when involved in some other correctional procedures. John the Divine got his syringe often during his horse-riding session. And so this fat lady gave him his most syringes in the marrow. John Lackland seemed to mount his fullest and best for her. And strangely enough, the ma'am really seemed to feel it, and so at times when John was just a bit lazy or wearisome, he would get his future syringe which hurt some more somehow, whereas if he rode real nice for her, then his syringe would be almost soothing. John the Evangelist thought this to be unsufferable like that, but it seemed to be genuine somehow ! The fat nurse never gave him her heels to solve again though. She only once commented on this, saying that it is best for his eggs, if he does not puzzle out feet for some time, - this way the egg had more ram to work harder and enlarge faster ....

... Besides horse-riding, John took daily caning from different nursemaid. His butt was all red and hurt. The pretty wickerwork nurses skillfully opened the hide on his ass biddy with their canes, so he had problems sitting down. He was also occasionally masturbated with no releaf, and so very soon he was already very steamy as well. add up to think of it, John was basically going through an median therapy course in the MEAT. He realized, that his BASIC correctional training included a few key drill at the Saami time, spread out through the day, almost non-stop and without day off. The activities included oecumenical strong-arm utilisation in the gym, supervised by one of the nurses there ; caning and bullwhipping in the stable ; horse-back riding and shoulder riding ; occasional onanism ; ball-busting ; egg-cords resistance breeding, where some weights were hung to the men´s balls while the patients were doing their day by day activities ; dancing and singing lessons, where a few nude male, often also carrying weights on their eggs, were taught to trip the light fantastic and sing by a teacher-nurse ; cleaning works in the building ; polishing nurses´ footware and washing the nurses´ wearing apparel ; and learning to pack out nurses´ orders the most efficient way possible, where nurses ordered the Male around, giving them all sort of different orders and task to accomplish, things to do, weights to sway around, job and puzzle to resolve, etc. This went on for 9 calendar month or so for John, eventually easing out with the punishing measures, and increasing with erotic stimulation for him. But one thing which was totally missing for lavatory, was metrical unit ! And what was worse, is that John saw how the nurse made some other guys clean and jerk and refresh their preciously toes, orally, but never ever did it happen to can himself ! He wanted this experience so much ! He dreamed of it. And he never understood how come the former men got to feel the female person toes inside their mouthes, but he, John, not yet ! This fact alone was bringing him down a lot, every single day. Although day-after-day horse-ridden by the fat nurse, and even kicked in his side with her bounder, although day-after-day observing the passably metrical foot of the nanny in the MEAT building here and there, - all this time he was never allowed to kiss or lick a female foot. Was this an order from Melinda, whom John didn´t see since her ballkick in the starting time. Was she making him suffer like that ! Why ? Eventually John Lackland got so much frustrated about it, that he even asked a patient role, who just finished refreshing some nurses´ toes in his mouth, about this experience. The happy man answered whoremaster, that the experience is Worth gold, and makes up for any kind of infliction or discomfort a man can otherwise experience in the MEAT. john grew even sadder after this light public lecture with the lucky guy. Once he even asked a nurse about it, about why he was not told to make clean some nurse´s feet. The nurse smiled at him, commented on how his bollock must accept become stronger, since he managed to ask this question so directly, and then informed John, that it is a general rule in the centre, that patients with small ballock are not allowed to kiss female feet or clean them, just as patients with minuscule cocks were masturbated not as often as the males with big cocks. The nanny smiled at John, excused herself and left him standing there. John could just see her sexy troll hound, smacking her flip dud with her each step she took, as she walked away from him. Another nurse was passing by, and overheard a part of this conversation about feet kissing. She came closer to lavatory and tried to calm him down a bit, verbally. She told John, that yes, due to the very erotic and sexy shape, spirit, smell, perfume and taste, - the female feet are so precious amongst nigh men. And that by enjoying the feeling and superstar of a female foot on his face or inside his mouth, a man actually becomes a ok portion of loving vitality from the kissed woman, as well as her feromones and some minerals, which are to get hold on the kiss groundwork. All of this makes the feet kissing experience very unequalled and near, and so not all of the males are actually introduced to it, not everyone deserves it ! Especially the small-egged Male, for the cause of advantageously motivation, - proceeded the nursemaid. She then explained to privy, that this strong wishing, this desire, this need, this obsession, this passion for female substructure is eventually making his eggs work harder and more actively, bring out more power, more sperm jail cell, and even enlarge themselves a little bit, so that there is a chance in the future for the Male, to experience the pleasance of base kissing.

... The most preciously and gratifying sensations he felt during his stay at the centre so far, was when nurse masturbated him, training him to not leak his succus, all the while employing ever more exciting and teasing movement on his cock. This one pracitce was so good that it made john forget, for an 60 minutes, all the discomforting and hard praxis he had there otherwise. The skillful nurse manually stimulated his shaft different ways, at times commenting on his belittled cock, while other time saying that humble putz, too, needed some stimulation sometimes .... Jonh´s eggs felt wondrous pressure of all the unreleased energy inside, but surprisingly for him he found out, that such a dry masturbation does relieve some portion of his sexual pressure, as if letting it out somehow. And the nurses indeed assured him a few times, that such a no-relief-cock-handling lets a man experience almost all the delight of the usual sexual experience, while at the same meter training and pressurizing his testicles each time. This being achieved through rederecting the man´s semen back into the eggs. The sperm had to hark back to their homebase, the orchis, thus causing the testicles extra discomfort and overburden. The masturbating nurses bask training the patients this way a lot, just as the male were enjoying being manipulated by these gamey woman. The pleasance itself was so lots, that the eventual egg discomfort was not even felt at all during the session. It was only later, some hour or two after the academic session, that a Male felt the returning sperm inside his ball, which caused him a great deal of bother and heaviness down there ....

Apart from some episodic ball kicking, and carrying weightiness on his lump, John discovered that his achy overloaded glands were actually left mostly unattended lately, besides the daily syringe acid. He had no option but to try to become a better servant to the nurses, once he realized that by being so, some small-scale portion of the compressed vim inside his nut actually gets out of them, as if taking on another form. Some kind of shift of the sexual energy into ego-less serving the nurses. Also the nurse told him occasionally, that this was the intimately way to cope with his thwarting and pressure inside, since there was absolutely no other way to get rid of it. So John was a very dissimilar man already, very dissimilar from the John who entered the pith 9 calendar month ago ... ..

Then suddenly he was moved to the first floor again. He was laying down in his telephone number 11, dreaming of the Melinda´s feet. During all this 9 months time, he happened to realize a lot of things for himself. Things about women, sex, erotics. A few thing still didn´t total together in his mind though. How come these small petite females took vantage and controller over bigger and firm men ? How come the female actually did change the men in such a manner, that he never thought potential ? How could the ladies be so self-assertive and mean to the men ? How did they know male impuissance and hidden area ? Why did they abnegate orgasms to the men ? Why did they bit up the eggs so mercylessly, that the man was left with no choice but to change for the just ? .... Such and similar interrogative were floating inside John´s head, as his eggs ached from the unrelieved pressure. He was already quite used to this pressure sensation in his balls. In fact he even enjoyed it. He discovered, that the nurse were right to not reserve the men interjection. This way the unhurt male system was so much more energetic and positive. At the same clock time all his skunk grew card shark. And his erotic passion was no exception. His sexual driveway was much ameliorate than before, and he tought and felt that he´d love the adult female of his life sentence so much now ! Only sad thing was that this cleaning woman was not there yet ... However, driven by his pressurise state, can could not help oneself himself but woolgather about Melinda´s feet. Ever since he entered the MEAT, Melinda´s groundwork were his one most and singular attraction and love. He wanted to kiss them ! They seemed to be the center of his world somehow. So sexy, so beautiful, so tasty, so charming. Was it ok, if i tell her i like her feet, when i see her ? Would she laugh at me ? Maybe i should actually ask her to let me snog her feet ? Does she know how a great deal her metrical foot drive me crazy ? But what if the former guys, too, kissed her fundament ? Energy Department she also enjoy the refreshment of her toes in some guy´s hungry oral cavity ? John could not process the thought of the other men kissing Melinda´s invertebrate foot. He felt jealousy, anger. He remembered the opinion he had, when he saw on TV the fit, where Melinda masturbated some guy ... All of a sudden, the door opened and yesssss, there stood Melinda, holding some small bag in her hands, smiling, wearing the same entertain outfit, and flip flop .... Her toenails were shining red and shiny. St. John the Apostle swallowed from the sensation and his human face turned red again .... The cobbler's last sentence this bitch kicked him in his testicle ... He thought of revenging upon her ... .. But these feet ! After that fat lady´s foot, these foot seemed like ... .. jewels. Melinda saw his feel and smiled at him. - It is ok, John, that you like my feet. Most guy rope here in the MEAT do ! I remember the time when you missed your chance to touch them. delight concentrate on your egg this time. I guess, you wouldn´t like another strong kick in your achy clod, would you John ? .... With that, she took a DVD out of her bag, put it into the room TV, pressed play, and there it went. John watched some erotic episodes with Melinda ! The pictorial matter was very scavenge, and he could see that Melinda was half bare ! He looked at the very Melinda future to him. She smiled back at him, looking a bit shy this time, and then moved his aspect gently towards the screenland again, with her hand. John observed, as some vast black-market Black guy, seemingly unseasoned, enjoyed his time with Melinda´s feet ! The black guy slowly licked the soles of the nurse´s feet, up and down, down and up, many meter in a row. Melinda was holding the black guy by his head, as if directing his action mechanism the right-hand way, the way she wanted ... Then he sucked on her toes for like geezerhood ! The nursemaid murmured with peasure ... .. Then the blackamoor guy proceeded to kiss and eat her metrical foot, making sure her feet are all wet with his spit, and softened by his rima oris. Melinda in the TV moved her pretty foot up and down the black cat mouth, as if to f..k his rima oris. john could see that the guy´s backtalk stretched so much, that almost half Melinda´s foot disappeared inside his sass .... whoremonger looked again at the really Melinda. She smiled at him shyly, again, and said to him. - lav, it is ok, that the other guy cable could induce my groundwork, while you can´t. please let this not bother you. You simply can´t have all you want. You don´t have the testicle enough. Do you intend you could take it, if i f..k your sassing with my feet ? I don´t think so .... Besides, although your male ball have been trained and a bit magnify during the past 9 calendar month here, they are still way too small. Perhaps you didn´t acknowledge this, but the cat with small eggs may not bear my feet. Sorry about this, John. I know this is an uncomfortable persuasion for you .... - She smiled again ... John could not believe this. He felt again the same donkey feeling ! It was as if this nanny was masurbating his whole being ! On one side he was furious and mad and almost bursting with histerics at her, but on the other side, he was so much under the influence of the just-seen-episode, that he could not even act .... Only his hard-on showed a mansion of living ... - john, I know that you have been nicely masturbated here, getting a little bit of your needed pleasure. Yes, it was not as often as you´d like it to go on, whoremaster, but still it was better than nothing, right ? ... - she smiled again .... - I also found out, that you leak much more than pre-cum succus, than is actually allowed during the dry masturbation. That means your prostate gland gland is not so strong yet ... - grin again ... - Bitch, what does she suffer for me this time ? - thought anxious John to himself .... - Well can, from now on you are getting your masturbation even less often. Your cock has already received its plowshare of input more than enough. Instead, I want you to concentrate on your eggs, as well as on all the fine sensations and emotions you must be experiencing by now, due to the fact that you are not allowed your spillage for already 9 month or so ... Now this is a very fine practice, done in some extra event ... .. And you are actually lucky I am doing this to you, bathroom. As a thank you, I might let you kiss my feet once, at some fourth dimension in the future ... But only maybe, can ... .. So, I am going to keep in line your overfilled testicles for a while, whoremaster .... The now-totally-lost John thought he was gon na slip away out. Not only his eggs were really really in bother of all this pressure, not only his dick stood up like crazy wanting some sex, but also this bantam naughty nurse was about to actually manipulate his eggs ! ... .. Melinda gave him a few minutes to process this idea. Meantime, on the TV there were early instalment with Melinda in them. All kind of erotic maneuver, besides hardcore sex. She was riding a horse-guy, she was letting a few men orally please her feet, she was masturbating a huge melanize pecker, she was whipping some guy´s ass .... John´s head was More than dizzy .... Melinda slowly turned John in the hope direction, told him to spread his legs for her, and took clasp of his testicles ... .. smile ... .. John the Evangelist felt the warm sensation of a soft female hand covering and feeling his overfilled ball. Melinda slowly felt her way through each one of his eggs, carefully testing them for their tense or sensitive slur. She felt his both egg cords. - Nice job, John. Your eggs are almost ready. goodness boy. I can feel you are overloaded, and in need to release a lot. I can see your testicle are already quite enlarged. But we are gon na work on them some more, John .... - smiled the sexy nanny again ... And as privy was watching the ever more arousing picture with Melinda in it, her feet in all kind of erotic interplay with former guys, Melinda´s hands gently pulled and tugged, squeezed and rolled, raised and lowered John´s eggs ... The genius was so sharp and strong, that John Lackland actually did pass out for a minute of arc. Melinda then gave him a sharp egg slap, so he came back to normal right field away. John could not believe how such a thing as egg handling can be so exotic and so pleasant. It was almost like sex. And sinse he did not have sex, this WAS sex for him ! This was exactly what he was missing all this clock time ! The mild touch of the nurse´s fingers totally inflamed and intoxicated the man. She was then feeling his eggs a little more insistently, a bit harder, a bit hard .... She smiled again, as she saw a slim sign of discomfort on John´s nerve .... - Hurt here ? - Uhu - Mmmm ... .. And she continued massaging and activating the sensitive spots on his eggs ... ... John was not in this populace somehow ... The aesthesis of such discourse was way too often for him .... And he saw the different fit on the TV, where yet another guy was kissing Melinda´s feet .... But as if she was feeling his inner anxiety about her feet, she gave him just a bit more of a pressure on his eggs, as if to show him he should get rid of all his disconfirming emotions ... .. This sexy nurse was holding him by his nuts, was moving them around and how ! Suddenly the agressive male came out in Saint John the Apostle again, and he began protesting about the unfair discussion here. Just as Melinda´s ears caught this outbreak of anger, her jolly finger increased the pressure sensation on a sore point, and bathroom felt an almost pain-like star there, which made him regret his eruption right away ... She smiled and reduced the insistency again .... - Tomorrow, John, you are getting your ballock nicely caned ! - another smile, and she left his room ... .. John never felt that silly before ....

A few preventionary measures took plaza very soon, as well. This time Melinda herself administered them. The most common penalty and prevention, apart from laughingstock wicker, - was Lucille Ball caning. Not as brutal as ball busting, it could go on for hour. Very easily done, the male´s eggs were either tightened by a Mexican valium, or put into a kind of an adjustable rubber eraser ring, so that they actually stood out away from the body. This was a complete position for the clod caning. The nurse would then step next to the male´s genitals, and move with slow, middle-strength caning, upon his eggs. The char aimed for the ball, either both, or one by one separately. And she used a wooden pin, a cane, to do it. The military unit applied was not too lots, so that the clock time of the procedure could be stretched out for a few hr. However, after a few time of day of such wickerwork, the male eggs were on flaming, and visibly enlarged. The nurse found this to be the most arrant practice for the mid-level offends, and also just to keep the males on a leash ....

So the next day Melinda was there, holding a stick in her hand, smiling at John .... - If you kiss my feet real nice before we start, then I might be not so severe on you ... .... She smiled, as his human face turned ruby than a tomatoe ... .. But the thought of being allowed to actually osculate her feet took over. - May i, please ? - asked a red-faced John. - No, you may not ! - smiled the naughty nurse. - I changed my judgment. Besides, your eggs are not as strong as i´d like them to be, i found out yesterday ..., so no, St. John the Apostle, sorry, but not this clip .... He could not conceive his spike this fourth dimension, again ... ... However, he was getting used to the theme, that there are women on this major planet, who are like this, like HER, like this aphrodisiacal gamey nurse on front of him ... .. Gee, how he wanted to have her, to take in his way with her ... ... ... ... But as if reading his thoguhts, the sexy nursemaid said to him. - No, John, sorry, forget it ! Also, sorry to severalise you, but your ballock will probably never ever finger ok anymore .... You see, even if you ever do relieve your testicle, there will still be the Saami pressurizing unhappy feeling in them. We have injected a limited liquid into them recently, and it will never actually dissolve inside your eggs, so it will stay this Saami way for ever. This is another reason why you must get some strong and sharp outside stimulation, John the Divine ... .. - Melinda said this with a smile, again, and went on to the prophylaxy. John was secured to a especial stand, his hands and groundwork tightly attached. The TV was moved and set in front of him in such a personal manner, that he could actually watch it again. The nurse pressed the button, and on screen there came on the scenes of Melinda wickerwork and whipping the other guy wire ! At this import the showtime hit touched John´s eggs. - Do you like this, Gospel According to John ? - asked the sexy nurse. She knew exactly how much she hurt the testicles. She knew that one single hit was hardly noticeble at all, but when done for the solid time of day or so, then the orchis were really feeling it and how ! Not too a lot, not too soft, she proceeded on and on and on, eventually and slowly increasing the strength of each hit ... ... Her cane was wooshing in the air right before it smacked the reddened egg sack. At beginning she hit his right-hand egg for 10 minutes or so, then switched to his left one, then both together, then back to the redress egg again but from a different angle now, trying to report almost of the surface of the egg by her strike, then to the left egg, and so on, keeping some sure traffic pattern of her caning all the prison term ... trick was watching her manus punish his testicle, then watch her punish the other guy´s bollock on the TV concealment, wondering if that guy was feeling exactly the same thing John was feeling now or not. The cocktail of thoughts and emotions and images went through his head. - You are doing fine, lav. near poke fun Menachem Begin to cry at this fourth dimension already .... - the nursemaid said. Cry ? nearly guys ? John´s head worked way too hard to action the information. This pretty woman hurts his eggs, and tells him that the other guys are not as resistant. How many guys did already incur the cane upon their eggs from her ?

... In an 60 minutes or so Melinda stopped hitting his nut. She put her cane aside, and felt his nut with her hands. The testicle were nicely reddened and enlarged, obviously having received a very acute component part of foreplay like the caning was. Melinda smiled at John, and asked him if this hurt more than the clock time when he received his first bee-sting syringe ? can was completely lost again. The nursemaid knew that the very first gear syringe was always the most hurtful, and that each following syringing was not as bad for the patient, although some sure substances in the injected liquid state did cause temporary pain inside the eggs ... This squawk has just hurt his fruitcake for an time of day, and she is now asking him how a lot it is hurting. His intimate desire and thwarting were still there, but now it took shape of some mixture. There was also this dull pain sensation in his bollock now. But surprisingly for himself, John discovered that by now he actually wanted to be a .... a slave, or a servant to this wonderful aphrodisiac adult female. And this his desire grew so hard that he was actually in a kind of out-of-body experience from this all. He was in love life with her ! ... ... .. - Tomorrow, John, we go on with your testicular therapy. By tomorrow your eggs will still be in pain and swollen, but I´m gon na be real nice on you .... - said the jolly thing and left his way ....

John the Evangelist could not sleep that dark. He visualized her toes entering his mouth, he almost felt their taste and fragrance. He almost saw for real number her red toenails scratching his nose and cheeks. He almost felt her beautiful circle soft smooth dog pressing into his mouth, until it made its way inside, staying right there, for John to manducate and soak up on it ... .. Melinda´s groundwork from all possible angles ans eyeshot moved in front of him, near his aspect, near his genitals, on his thorax and belly ... He also almost felt her riding him, just like that fat mean lady rode him before. But this time, with Melinda on top of him, he definitely felt she was the correct person to carry around on his back. Not too heavily, not too light ... He even felt the reigns pulling on his testicles in his half-dream DoS now. Although his eggs hurt from the caning, he could clearly feel another sensation there, the one of being pulled on .... John actually started to enjoy all the whizz his ball were capable to produce ! Besides, he began to realize that all these correctional practice session made a lot of gumption somehow, and were extremely efficient. Also, he could never suppose that it could be so pleasant .... So he was looking to the next day, waiting for Melinda to do by his bollock again. He was almost praying for this. Is this a rectification place, or is this a pleasure place ? - was asking himself John .... No, expurgation is definitely no pleasure, unless ...., unless one really enjoys it. And John the Evangelist remembered the stories of expurgation where it was proficient for both political party in the end. The Lady were happy and satisfied, and the castrat was brought to justice and corrected.

The next day, after having done all the daily activites, like working in the kitchen and in the garden, cleaning the role of the building, polishing the shoes of the nanny, and receiving his daily morning syringe into the eggs, this time it was the `` pain-reducing effect '', - Saint John was ready for the upcoming egg therapy. Melinda appeared in his elbow room, this sentence no DVD´s or canes in her hands. - Hi, John the Divine, here we are, let´s start ... As she touched his still swollen ballock, she gave him a reassuring smile again ...
- This time, John, i´m gon na work on your Psyche a little bit .... - Psyche ? How come in ? How this ? Will this suffer ? - No, lavatory, you are a grown up man, and even if it hurts a little bit, you will be ok to stand it, right ? ... ... Melinda began to slowly move his swollen eggs around his carrier bag. - Does this distress ? - she asked him, as she increased the chroma of her move. - A short, yes. - answered the red St. John the Apostle. - It is ok, John, don´t be ashamed of this. I know you like this a lot. In fact, I know you want this to never ever end, ripe John ? ... ..John could not handle such a direct and open public lecture. And so he said in an angry tone. - No, i don´t like this, just do your job, please .... Melinda did not say anything to that. She continued gently massaging his swollen aggs through his poke, smiling again. After a while she asked him. - John, so how fall most guy wire outside the MEAT seminal fluid so often, while you don´t anymore ? Aren´t you missing the flavour of interjection ? Well, the inquiry shows that when a human being male is not allowed ejaculation, bathroom, then such a virile becomes very much interchangeable to a donkey male person, for some reason. Not on the extraneous, of trend. But innerly, King John, donkey male person are known for their alone case and behavior. Is it ok, if i sometimes call you donkey-John ? - Uhh, mmm, uhhh, mmmmm. - John didn´t know what to say to this ... -You see, I told you that a donkey is a secure double for you, John ! nearly donkeys have huge cocks and balls though. So in this sense, John, you are even not close to a Equus asinus now, sorry ... - John could hardly contain his mixed emotions about this all, but the tactile property of Melinda´s hands skillfully manipulating his overladen orb was so pleasant, that he could not do anything at all at the moment, neither could he even think properly ... - can, do you still remember the impression of your backbreaking cock inside some girl´s backtalk ? Or have you forgotten it already ? Please don´t think about this a lot, I simply asked you. I personally like a lot to suck cock, John. I simply do ! However I prefer to suck gravid black peter. I also like the feel of fond semen in my sass. pity that you are not allowed to cum, Saint John. I am for certain you´d love to feel your cockhead in my oral fissure, right John ? - The poor man was out of his brain from such obvious comb-out .... - You know that every real man, a man with balls, has to have his cock sucked daily, in good order whoremaster ? Well, perhaps your testis are not as developed yet, so you are unfortunate enough to not throw this pleasant experience, right John ? - Melinda smiled at him, as she manipulated his bollock and gave him a bit of a sharper sensation there. John could not believe this somehow .... He thought he was dreaming or something .... - Do you know, john, that the guys with small eggs are supposed to be even more active and persistent in life story, just to pay off for this disadvantage they got ? - John´s boldness again turned often violent than tomatoe succus. - Yes, i surmise .... - Well, bathroom, i am going to slightly increase the pressure on your testicles, while i´m massaging them. Please remain lull even if it hurts a little more, ok ? ... .With that Melinda went on to actually severalise the testis from each other, and take them one by one at a sentence. She knew that his swollen eggs were aching already anyway, after the endure night´s caning from her. Plus the daily syringing, plus the neverending inner sexual pressure, plus the neverending verbal and optic stimulation, - all of this contributed to the extreme and uncomfortable heaviness in the bollock .... So she had to be deliberate not to make John any more pain in the ass. She was feeling each egg from all possible position and full stop, moving her workforce and fingers in all possible means and commission, as she handled his testis. Doing this, she casually asked John about affair he did before and then later regretted, things he wanted to do, but never did yet, asked him about his unfulfilled desires and phantasy. All the while she was manipulating his ball accordingly. Increasing the insistency sometimes, as if to demo John that she was not happy to hear what he had to say. The other times she made some early motion, soothing and gentle, pleasant and almost orgasmic for him, when she seemed to wish what he was saying to her. When she sensed a lie, or some other minus emotion from him, she immidiately treated the egg accordingly incisive and meaner. But when John the Evangelist apologized to her for his former misapprehension and such, she went on with hugging and mild genius for his testicle. John Lackland wondered to himself, how come that his unanimous sprightliness, at least at that instant in time, - was literally in the little mitt of the sexy nurse ? And what was much worse, is that he could not do anything about it, neither did he wan na do anything about it. In fact, he never felt happier in his life before ! Not even when he was orgasming like crazy, a few years ago, when he was simply an climax addict .... Melinda went on to explicate to him, that although his general condition and attitude have been greatly improved, his orchis more in Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, his mind more snappy and active voice, - there is still a lot to do for himself. She accompanied her Holy Scripture by the occasional stronger pokes or pulls on the egg she was working with. She informed him that he is supposed to always continue in this unreleased and insatisfying thwarting. The more this frustration is, the more aim and actual power to accomplish matter in life he has. To compensate for his small eggs, Gospel According to John should be doing to a greater extent things in life sentence, especially when it comes to women .... - Women love big and low hung testicle, John. We also love large cocks. Sorry, but we do. Please don´t assume it personally .... And she continued to squeeze and tug and move around his swollen eggs ... .. John finally got it ! Only through such a unmediated addressing to him, through and via his nut, could he see and realize a lot of things about women and sexuality, because such a head stimulation made sure all his aid was concentrated on the national. Besides, the fact that a fairly woman was doing it to him, made the experience almost surreal .... Things he either never knew or dismissed before ... .. And he was tremendously thankful to this skillful sexy nanny for all of this ....

The succeeding day the session took place in a similar personal manner. Only this time another constituent was added. Her feet ! ! ! As Melinda handled his still swollen orchis, John observed the sweet tasty toes of the nanny, as she wiggled them freely in front of him ! She took another angle for therapy today, so her invertebrate foot were right in front of him this tim. St. John the Apostle could see and smell them ! Saliva oftentimes left his mouth during the session, as he was simply intoxicated by the sight of the nurse´s bare feet .... The succeeding session the following day was the slayer for John. Melinda kept her word and actually let John kiss her feet ! An not only just snog, but he could consume the whole hour of their academic term together with her beautiful animal foot ! - John, i want you to buss my feet now ! - Melinda said casually, as if she was asking him to bring her an apple to eat. - Begin with my toes, kiss each one of them separately, then kiss between them, then buss the solid control surface of my sole, especially the heel, then go on to the early foot. choose your time, trick, don´t be shy, and recollect that my metrical foot are very muff from all this male oral aid I am getting here ... So be really good, or else I take them away from you .... - she said with a smile.

John was passing out .... The groundwork, HER fundament ! The green-eyed monster, the erotic tingle adept in his eggs, the tone of her spokesperson, her posture, as if she was some princess and he was just her slave .... whoremaster came back to reality, and bowed down towards Melinda´s feet. Slowly, very slowly he kissed the tip of her big toe on her right foot. He was very dizzy already. Then the former toes, then the sole, the dog, the other infantry, - just as she told him to kiss her. This went on for a while, and then the nurse altered the fundament session a little bit. Instead of him kissing her feet, she carefully brought her toes to his mouth, and positioned her substructure between his backtalk. Her toes found their way a little further into his sassing. With a smile, the sexy naughty nursemaid began moving her metrical unit inside, in and out, in and out. - That´s a good boy, privy. I am going to prepare your mouth a little, letting you get used to accept more of my foot inside. You mouth will eventually debase some more, and so even more of my understructure will be capable to get in you there. We are grown up masses, John, so there is no need for shame or shyness. I know you love this .... John Lackland was in Nirvana, as Melinda moved her passably foot inside his rima oris for what seemed like ages. She also dared to put her foot on his whole face and head, rubbing his bald area with her heels and toes. Just as if she knew what went through his head, Melinda said. - It´s just hunky-dory, John the Evangelist. Women like bald guys, don´t be ashamed of it. We enjoy feeling the hairless skin with the colloidal suspension of our feet, rub it, expunge it. A male´s head is pretty much just like a phallus head, John. So it is better with no hair, for our playful game with it. Besides, a bald man is much leisurely masturbated, we find. I am talking about the all-body-masturbation, John, - and not about the turncock tugging. Young male child and small-egged men are tugging on their pecker. But the veridical men are thoroughly masturbated by char, the kind of masturbation where your whole trunk is involved and stimulated. And in fact, your bald heading corresponds to your cock´s principal just pure ! - she went on to excuse to him the pleasures and the genuine meaning of male-female family relationship, of the eternal play between the sexes, and of the superiority of the females. Although privy could not understand much of this talking, especially with Melinda´s feet in his grimace, one thing he was reasonably sure of was that this WAS the experience of his unscathed sprightliness. Yes, today was definitely the well-chosen day for him, so far. almost probably he was the happiest man on Earth alive today. And all this was happening through some whimsical doings of this aphrodisiac nurse .... After a spell Melinda positioned herself on his all-encompassing bed so that she faced him and was half laying down herself, parallel to his physical structure, with her invertebrate foot next to his side. At the same meter her paw began their usual job on his eggs. John the Divine never knew this was potential like that. He had never even dreamed of that ! - Well, John, today is definitely your day. You´ve been a good boy so far, and so I let you give my feet a very nice glossa massage now. And just so that you know, in case I don´t experience ok during your oral service, you will feel my reaction in your own eggs, ok John, pot ? ... ..John lost all his speach power recollective time ago ... .. Melinda went on to address the heavy distressed overloaded balls, as Saint John the Apostle did his best in foundation licking. There was an orgasm he had, a lot of them, actually, but without any sexual outcome, that is, without erection or ejaculation. It was an coming of another kind, another level, another world ... As Melinda´s paw continued to work on his bollock, lavatory gradually got used to the wonderful champion of a distaff foot in his oral cavity and on his side. It was 10000000 times better than he could ever conceive of or woolgather about ! He also realized that his overfilled testicle played an of import role in his new-found pleasure. With void eggs he could not have had so lots pleasure, he was sure about that. Let alone, that with the empty ballock Melinda would never let him feature it this way, either ! And so, as the nurse´s hand manipulated John´s eggs, her toes slightly wiggling, John´s knife was properly cleaning her both sol. He was careful not to ease up her any unwanted sensation though, so he was very slow and shy at first. A few times, when his touch was not as gentle or adequate as she wanted, Melinda gave his testicle a certain squeeze or slap, and so toilet was instantly mindful of his wrong doing there, so that he could deepen his way on her substructure. The sexy nursemaid purposefully avoided touching his cock, making sure she was leaving him in this ever increasing state of unreleased arousal. She knew he enjoyed it. And she knew this would only do well for him ... This Eden went on for an hour, and then Melinda withdrew her toes from his hungry mouth. There was a woopsy sound, similar to one, when a cork leaves a vino bottle. Melinda smiled and commented. - Saint John, you were almost as unspoilt as most former bozo. Bye, John ....

The keep abreast day, Melinda stepped in with her bag in the men. - Syringe again ? - King John was curious to get hold out. - Your speculation is right, John ! - Melinda seemed happy that St. John the Apostle guessed correctly. - Well, John, your eggs are by well adjusted to our treatment by now. This time I am taking you to a new level of experience. It´s potential that you´ll have very dramatic sensations through this seance. If you´ll want to share your deepest and darkest desires and fantasy, your fears .... - you are receive to ploughshare those with me, while I am handling you. OK, John ? - Sure, Mam ! - John happily assured her. - Mam ? trick, you are doing some peachy improvemants ! Good boy ! ... ..With that, Melinda took the syringe out of her bag, and slowly put it on the table next to John´s bed. - King John, what I do is I inject a blackamoor guy´s spermatozoon into your nut, before I manipulate them. It´s a fresh sperm, I just got it from my boyfriend, half an hour ago ... - Boyfriend ? She has a fellow ? And he is black ? And she just got his sperm ? How ? Did she masturbated him ? .... - The very saddened John was trying to march all the latest information about this .... - Yes, John the Evangelist, i do let a boyfriend. But you are receive to adore and love me, too ! I know what you´re thinking now. But it is not all that bad, John. This is the natural process, where the secure males survives and offer on his hereditary line of reasoning onto the next generation. One way of testing males´ strength is through their testicle. And so this is exactly our case here. I am only giving you a slight bit of my boyfriend´s semen, St. John. So your ball should be alright in the end, I hope, since your cells are much more in measure. The black spermatozoon cadre will interfere with your own spermatozoon, John, and actually induce the war inside your testis. What happens is the other guy´s cellular phone will attack your sperm. It will be pretty often like a veridical war inside your testicle. Your sperm cells must become very strong, agressive, smart, flying ..., only then do they have a chance to overcome the intruding cells. This is the cryptical potential manful activation. You eggs will consume no other choice but to mobilize all they got, on parliamentary procedure to fight the enemy prison cell, privy. Normally, usually, the most guys´ testicles overcome the intruding cells .... It is very rare, that some eggs are defeated by the intruder´s cadre. In such a case, an irrepairable price to the eggs is made ..., and the eggs are then not functioning good anymore. During this school term, John, I am gon na wield your eggs with my manus, just like usual. I am on your English ! I am helping your eggs, activating them manually, giving them some more vitality for the fight inside, vitality I will be sending them through my mitt. And massage is generally soothing for the areas where some very high school pressure is developed, caused by those fighting scenes inside your balls .... You may palpate almost orgasmic sensations, John, since this feeling of fight is not what you feel, generally. You will rather find the increased atmospheric pressure and itchiness, as well as some very unusual mini-explosions, oppressiveness and burning hotshot there .... Hard to excuse, lav, you will soon feel it all for yourself .... - With that, Melinda lifted the syringe up, and gently ram its acerate leaf into John´s right egg. John got quite used to the needle entering his nut like that. He was also used to his orchis experiencing all sorts of sensations. But this new one ! What is it like ? volition my sperm mobile phone be able to fight the interloper ? What if not ? Melinda slowly emptied half of the syringe into his right egg, withdrew the needle, and went on to his left egg. Almost instantly John´s balls were like on fire ! He felt most extreme smell there, ranging from a bomb calorimeter explosion to a emasculation with no narcosis. The itching, the tightness, the force per unit area, the discomfort, the heaviness, the burn, the dull pain in the ass, and .... on top of that he also felt a variety of ecstatic feel, caused by his entirely being entering another dimention, - since his ballock were temporarily out or normal order, fighting like they were. He went through a series of orgasms, of excited and genial nature. All through this session, Melinda held his eggs in her sweet-flavored script, and helped them in their fighting inside. She gently massaged them, activated the electric cord, blew air on them, trying to cool them down, she even kissed them, too ! In the end of the session, it was clean that John´s eggs won against the intruding cadre. Although his balls were very swollen and achy by now, they did their job just fine, and the strange jail cell were eventually dissolved and removed from his eggs. Melinda was also glad about this outcome. She commented on how he was a skillful boy, and gave him her bare heel to lick, for a minute ... .. - Tomorrow, privy, I am taking out your testicle, out of your egg poke, and letting you receive your eggs outside in the unfreeze. For one calendar month your egg chemise will be abandon, John, while your eggs are freed and capable for me to maturate them. I will also interject the enlarging liquid into your both orchis. The multiple enlarging injections will result in the lasting enlargment soon. Meaning that although most of the interpose liquids dissolve and disappear, those repeated injections make your egg cellphone actively multiply and grow. So in the end there is much more testicular tissue paper there, and much more sperm, too ... .. - When she left, John the Divine was again in this state of cosmic place travelling, without any direction and with nada unchanging and fixed at all. In accession, his dearest ambition has just been blown up, the one of being together with Melinda ... ... She had a black boyfriend ! She definitely let this Negroid kiss her metrical foot ! She even collected this guy´s sperm and injected it into John´s balls ! What a wonderfully excessive and sophisticated bitch she was ! And John went into another one of his daily perspicuous dream about Melinda. This time he visualized her still in school, at her last school class, with all of the boys from the whole school, including the male person teachers, crowling behind Melinda with their knife hanging outside of their drooling mouthes, trying to reach Melinda´s heels for a lap or two ... ... ....

... She appeared with a special bag next day. - Hi, John, how are the bollock feelilng today ? fix for the descent ? Yes, John, this is almost like a castration, but not quite, don´t worry ! Besides, to alter you, I must receive permission from your geirlfriend, or your criminal track record in my hands, - which I don´t have null of this. But to be honest, lav, I´d take one of your eggs out, if I was to demasculinize you. I like making one remaining egg work reduplicate job. I also think that one-egged guys are cute for some cause. - Melinda smiled here, as she watched John getting uncomfortable with this estimation of having his one egg taken away from him .... - OK, John, seriously now. Would you like some narcosis for this OP, John ? What I´ll do is I open up your egg paper bag, and I take your both bollock out. Then I close the fix in your egg pocket and I slightly stimulate the freed balls, once they are outside. Got it, Saint John the Apostle ? Please tell me now, if you think you don´t have balls enough to fend the annoyance of me opening your shift. A lot of men went through this handling already, but there were some weak-egged unity, who insisted on narcosis before the OP. How about you, John ? ... ... - lavatory was all lost again, could not centre, let alone decide on narcosis or no narcosis for this function. This supreme noblewoman of his pipe dream was about to take out his male glands, and was telling him how some weak-egged men can´t stand the pain ! can was having almost an out-of-body experinece again .... - No narcosis, please. - managed to squeeze out lav. - Sure ? - asked Melinda with a grin ? - It´s gon na injure a lot, lavatory ! - Yes, quite sure ! - although in reality Saint John the Apostle feared like crazy ! Still he wanted to seem unassailable and brave in social movement of Melinda, so he chose on no narcosis .... The nurse secured John´s feet and hands to the mesa. He was lying on his back, naked, and Melinda was standing next to his manly organ, smiling .... Very slowly and without a single word, she opened his lump pouch in front part of it, having made a perpendicular cut with her scalpel. John screamed in pain at first-class honours degree, but then could take mastery of himself again. - expert boy. - was Melinda´s comment. She then sliced some more, making the cut long enough for the eggs to pass through the gap she was making there. trick screamed again. Another small cut in his sack, and John could finger Melinda trying to squeeze one of his eggs out of the sack. The opening move was still too little, so Melinda had to do yet another cut, and finally the first-class honours degree John´s egg saw the real earthly concern, - the macrocosm outside of the testis liberation. John could feel how Melinda´s hands manipulated the freed egg loose away from the sacking tissue paper, and then pulled it down, stretching the egg cord a lilliputian. lavatory could feel his right egg cord stretch and tense, beginning somewhere in his stomach, and ending with the now free egg outside his sack. Melinda then dropped the freed egg on the table, as if it was some nose wipe tissue or something. And she took out the minute egg in the Saame fashion. Soon John´s both eggs were happily sitting international, on the OP table, between John´s peg, still attached to his body, but way to far from their usual situation of check, which Melinda was now quickly sewing together. - Well, John, that´s a beneficial augury ! Your eggs are definitely getting secure by day here ! You did good without narcosis. Now I´m gon na mould on your balls some more, getting them used to their new alfresco human race. In one calendar month though, I am putting them back in their sack again, lav. So please don´t trouble much about the altogether affair. Sometimes what happens is the eggs become so big during their outside stay, that they won´t fit in their poke again ! I hope this is not the shell with you, bathroom, otherwise I´d have to use some of your butt skin, in order to add onto your egg sack tissue. Another choice in this event would be, that you save your testis outside of their sac all the time ! For the rest of your aliveness ! How about that, privy ? You could keep your balls either in your jacket air pocket, or in a exceptional carrying bag, following to your dead body. Like the idea ? - Melinda was serious about it, but John the Evangelist was not in this wolrd somehow .... Upon that, Melinda took hold of John´s right egg, and began handling it like she wanted to. The feel of the undefended egg was very different from when it was inside the sack. The egg was much more sensitive, and it felt very fragile, too. In fact, it felt almost like a butterfly, - very sluttish, soft, placate ... .. With her one bridge player Melinda was rythmically squeezing the right ball, while with her other manus she was carefully stretching the egg corduroy. After a while she managed to move the egg down so lots, that it almost reached John´s knee by now ! - Good boy ! Your egg cords have been well stretched so far, so they are reaching your stifle no problem, St. John the Apostle ! - She went on to the early egg, gradually stretching its cord all the way to the John´s knee joint, all the patch massaging and feeling the naked egg as she did. After a while this session was over, and Melinda informed John that the succeeding session would actually enlarge his testicle by a lot ... ..

... This clock time St. John was seated on the table´s edge. His legs widely spread, and his balls loosely hanging down, over the bound of the table. They slowly swayed in the air, totally free from all side of meat, only having their egg corduroys in the speed voice, holding them attached to John. The eggs were about size of it of a chicken egg each by now, due to their vulnerability to the outside, the previous session. Without the protecting carapace of the egg sack the eggs were even more vulnerable and defenceless. Melinda first appeared with a syringe and quickly emptied the requisite amout of enlarging liquid into each egg, then gave John a few minute waiting time, until his bollock would expand like she wanted them to. When she re-entered John´s room a few hours later, he was still in the same seated stance, on the table´s border. But now his ball were really enlarged big time. Each egg was now the size of a big grapefruit at least. Melinda smiled at him, commenting on how pretty this looked on him. - At last you begin to count like a real man, John. - as she sat down right in movement of him. The over-sized balls hung freely over the board edge, with their cords obviously tightly stretched already. The liquidity made its job and dramatically enlarged the volume of all the testicular tissue. In addtition, this survive injectant was causing the egg cells multiply like weirdo, and on top of that, the spermatozoan production was far above normal by now. The enlarged testicle looked very well-chosen in their new size, although also very pressurized and tight, hard and heavy, - just like the raw ripe Citrus paradisi. Melinda seemed gladiolus with the results. She began working on John´s enlarged nut, making surely she covered all of their surface. She took each big egg in her both hands, and was making all sorting of finger and laurel wreath movements on the ball, starting with gently and easy caresses and proceeding to harder slap and punches. At the same clock time she was stretching John´s cords even more, training them to sustain the ever increasing weighting of their eggs. Since the cord were laid over the sharpness of the tabular array, there was this flattening and compressing of the egg cord exactly at that tip, - on the edge itself. Pulled by the egg exercising weight, the cords were tightly stretched and tensed. Melinda took care of that, too. She eventually repositioned the cords, spread them wider apart a bit, so that this sentence another part of the cord would be on this sharpness spot. She massaged the whole of both cord, pulling and tugging them in all directions. John the Evangelist was asked to take his egg cord brawn, trying to resist Melinda´s hands pulling the cords down away from John. whoremaster tried to pull it back, employing his inner belly muscles. But the pull from Melinda´s bridge player was obviously much stiff, and so John gave in to her. But she still made him try again, more and more, - training him to beef up his cord muscles. The enlarging liquidity was still making its job, and the orchis were now even boastful in Melinda´s hand. She explained to John, that as the liquid activates the enlarging cognitive process on the inside of his bollock, she is applying the outside stimulation on them, too, so that the inner response are twice or three fourth dimension as intense. And indeed, John´s orchis got very hot. In fact so hot that Melinda had to use gloves, so as to not burn the skin on her hired hand. Inside the formal, John felt like they were burning on some barbeque grillwork. The eggs got visibly very red, almost like huge tomatoes, and were still enlarging ! The cords seemed to be on top of their capacity to throw those huge eggs, and to still transport blood line to and from them. Melinda changed the connecting point on the cords again, so that there was not too much tear for the electric cord, as they were even more draw and stretched over the board by now. Finally the sexy nurse stood up, smiled at John, and told him, that the succeed few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. there would be Thomas More enlarging for him, so that he better get some good relaxation and sopor ...

The adjacent days went on in the interchangeable personal manner. Melinda first injecting the enlarging liquid state into John´s testis, then coming back to him a few 60 minutes later, and then working on ever enlarging balls and ever stretching corduroys. On the live on day of the enlarging series, John got his 10-th enlarging injection. During these 10 days, John´s eggs mutated from grapefruit sizing to watermelon size each. Each of his one minor and weak eggs looked like a huge Citrullus vulgaris by now. Or like a busketball each ! So when Melinda appeared this fourth dimension in his room, there was John sitting on the table´s edge, with his two busketballs between his ramification ! And not only the size was that of a busketball. The tension, the press, and weight, the smell of each ball was exactly like that of a busketball. Besides, having to cope with such an uttermost weight, the egg electric cord gave in and had to debase to impossible limits. And so now, with St. John the Apostle sitting on the tabular array, his knee joint over the table´s edge, his understructure in the air, his eubstance laying back a lilliputian, - the watermelon-eggs were almost on the storey ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! That made about 4 fundament of the cords for their stretchiness ! Melinda was really felicitous to see this picture. She commented again on how this suits Gospel According to John so well, and on how the Male should often experience some uncomfortable feelings, for the interest of their women ... She sat down in strawman of him, as usual, and his testicle were now between her metrical unit ! The were still in the air, some way off the floor, totally round of golf, slowly rotating around each other, as the two corduroys were now so long that they began entangling and overlapping each other. Melinda miled at trick, and slowly disentangled his egg corduroys from each other, so that they were sticktly parallel to one another, without touching. She asked lavatory about how he felt .... When John replied that it was as though a few elephants were jumping on each of his ballock and also on the interior of the eggs, Melinda commented on how the other guys gave her some similar result recently ... .. She told John that this was their endure enlarging sitting, and so there was only a few inches left for the bollock to give the storey. And that she would pull them all the way down now. That way she could ill-treat on them, one human foot on each busketball egg, and proceed with the academic session accordingly. toilet agreed of course. So Melinda stretched the cords even more, to their maximum potential degree, pulled each Brobdingnagian watermelon vine ball down, then added the power of her metrical unit on top of that, too ! She put her both sexy infantry on each huge egg, and began pressing down. After a while the cords gave in to her pressure, and soon the busketball nut landed on the room´s flooring. Melinda kept her base on them all through the academic session. - OK, John, we are on the base now. Can you finger it ? - John felt something like as if the whole of his barbequed musket ball were pressed into a sort of industrial crush, a kind of like the one which presses old useless machine onto one compress piece of music of metal. And it was admittedly for John : the eggs were tightly pressed to the trading floor on one end, while on the other end they had Melinda´s understructure pressing them on top ! ... Melinda repositioned the egg corduroys for John, deliberate as to not break them, since they were literally just like two violine strings by now, so highly pulled and stretched that she could almost represent music on them. And she did ! She told John that a week earlier she could flirt a simple song on some patient´s over-stretched egg cords, for some few hour. But unfortunately enough, she did some bumpy motility with her fingers, and one of the cords broke on the guy. However, with John the Evangelist, she´d be very careful ... ... And so having taken one cord in her manus, between the table-edge-point and the busketball egg on the floor, - she started using the guitar picky apparent motion with her other hand, trying to ready a sort of melody out of the John´s stretched egg cord ... .. Then she tried it with the other corduroy, too. toilet could hear some kind of a few melody line of work there, although he was not so sure that his cords were as overnice as some euphony instrumental role to play on .... Well, as the session went on, Melinda was introducing bathroom to the new sensations in his watermelons. Holding his egg cords firmly in her honeyed hands, Melinda actually stood up and was now standing on John´s busketball eggs ! ! ! The eggs gave in a lilliputian, just like busketballs would, if one stands on them. Having made John used to this feeling, and still holding his extend egg corduroys in her hired hand for her ballance, Melinda then began jumping on John´s ballock ! She was in the air for a s, and whoremonger could see her pes over the table edge. Those feet he loved so a good deal ! Then the next second Melinda was landing with all her body weight, right on top of those two busketball egg ! This went on for some 10 minutes, until Melinda got tired of all this jumping around. Then she sat down again, her simple feet on top of John ballock, his egg cords between her big and instant toe of each foot. She wiggled her toes a little, as if playing with over-stretched John´s egg cords. His two huge busketballs were totally red and over-compressed from all of this. The vains stood out sharply, almost popping, the cords being so much stretched that it seemed inconceivable, and the sexy understructure of the tight nanny repeatedly stamping and kicking and pushing and even rolling John´s testis around ! By the end of the academic term Melinda could actually play football with his balls. Just as she was kicking one testis, she went on to kick the endorse one. By this metre the first kicked bollock was coming back to her, so she was kicking it again. Then the second one, then again the firstly one, and so on and on and on ... ... .. - Well, whoremaster, that´s a commodity boy. And she left him sitting there, with his watermelon vine on the floor ...

The remaining time with the watermelon balls Saint John the Apostle had to work on his strong-arm shape some more. Melinda would come into his way, jump on his shoulders, and have him gestate her around the MEAT building with his watermelon out in the floor ! What happened wad John tried his unspoilt to carry the woman he loved so a good deal. And as he was carrying her on his shoulders, his own busketball bollock were loosely dragged on the floor, rightfield between and slightly behind his legs, - as he walked forward. The shoulder-ride in the center was not all that easy. There were a few convention as to this seemingly innocent bodily process. The male was not allowed to do any incorrectly steps or move, lose ballance or sway during his walk. Besides, the woman on top had to palpate totally condom and well-fixed, being carried around like that. In addition, the man´s head was the control instrument panel for the berm drive. The actual steering was a piece of art in itself. It was pretty complex. And so the carrying male had to pay all his attention to the signals he was receiving on his head. For good example, if the woman on top wanted the male to come out walk, she would slap the os frontale of the man. That was the signal the man must beging moving forward. If the woman wanted the man to turn, she´d slap his right or go out side of the head, accordingly. If she wanted the male to take the air faster, she´d give his forehead a few unattackable smack in a row. To decelerate down, she´d smack right field on top of his head. To maneuvre the male into some temporary or strange walk traffic pattern, the woman could choose his head teacher with her both hands, and apply the rotating, twisting and pushing moves on his head, directing the male into the desired direction and speeding. Oftentimes the shoulder-ride was turning into a shoulder-run, where the male person had to start running with his woman on top. The same principle applied as to the shoulder-ride. Only there was this additional `` comfort normal '', which meant that the male had to run so smoothly and evenly, the the lady on top of him should not even notice his running at all .... So, with all these things in mind, and concentrating on following Melinda´s focus, John had to really forget about his Citrullus vulgaris on the floor. And as he was carrying her on top of his shoulders, he would accidently tread, kick and labour arond his own busketballs. He was lucky enough that Melinda stretched his egg electric cord so much, that the huge globe were just behind him, on the floor, being dragged around the building, and not directly between his feet. Otherwise he could not have walked or run, with the balls in between the feet, nor could he stay fresh the ballance necessary for the shoulder-ride. whoremonger noticed that he was being taken videos and moving-picture show of, as he shoulder-rode Melinda. She then explained to him, that just as John watched the introductionary videos in his room once before, so this new video will be added on to the regular video Indian file of the pith, and that the new affected role will hold a fortune to see how the shoulder-ride with enlarged testicle functions ....

Besides shoulder-rides and shoulder-runs, Melinda horse-rode John, caned him, took him to the core gym where she supervised his muscle training, made him polish her skid, and gave him his itchy egg-syringes, - on a daily ground. The other nurse were smiling and laughing, when they observed Melinda horse-ride Gospel According to John along the building Charles Francis Hall. With him being in the Equus caballus position, on his knees and turn forward, his hands on the story, - his Citrullus vulgaris were way behind ! So instead of the sovereignty pulling his eggs like they used to do before, this time Melinda had to use a very foresightful bullwhip, to simply give it onto John´s busketballs. The whil was just the length of John´s stretched egg corduroy, so it funcioned perfectly. Melinda had to sit the early way around though, facing his eggs but not the direction the were moving ! That way she could easily aim and hit the in demand ball, in order to lead or actuate John, - with her bullwhip. This shot was also taken on television camera, being the for the first time time in the MEAT, when something of the kind was taking place. The nurse applauded Melinda for her practiced directing the manly horse, and for her precise hitting the Brobdingnagian musket ball, which were at least 6 feet away from her. All through this uncanny ride though, and since Melinda was seated the other way around on him, her feet were actually next to his berm now ! And a few times John even caught her bare dog coming up around his berm so much, that those beautiful sexy heels almost touched his face as he rode ! He could smell the crispy musky sweet scent of her feet ... can was in ecstasy as he rode her this way, with her feet not too far from his hungry boldness ... The recording camera also caught this moment on tape, and so the future tense patient will be accordingly taught and shown, how male´s warmth for female´s simple foundation can take one to some extreme point ... ..

There was also some caning and episodic profylactical ball-caning for John, too. This was also recorded on tape, since it was the first clock time, when during the musket ball caning the literal formal were outside of the patient´s chamber, while the patient himself was inside ! What happened here was that Melinda told John to sit on the flooring facing the door, inside his elbow room. Seated on the floor, privy was smiling as Melinda took each of his heavy busketballs outside of his room, and placed them just behind the door on two special home plate, - so that the balls would not roll or act around somehow. The camera was recording, taking all variety of close up views, as Melinda then began caning the busketball-eggs ! whoremaster was inside his room and only felt the now usual clump manipulation. He was already very much used to this feeling, and enjoyed it a lot. On the outside, Melinda was using a heavy metal bar, instead of her usual belittled thin cane, - to hit John´s eggs. The metal bar was rythmically hitting the testicle, from all sides and slant possible. Since John´s Lucille Ball were very much pressurized, the metal bar was flying off the beaten egg so fast and solid, that one could almost imagine that the metal bar was in Sir Thomas More pain from this striking, than the busketballs themselves. It was as if the real busketballs were beaten. The air inside made the hitting object fly back fast. Melinda then commented to the camera that she matured these balls to their fullest, and that very soon each male in the MEAT would hold to go through the same kind of egg maturing ....

At the end of John´s stoppage in the MEAT, Melinda had a slight lecture with John ... - We took you almost all the way there. Now your testicle are mature and ripe. And you are now more of a very man, John. You will have these extra-enlarged eggs for a while yet. Then I am sucking some tissue out of your balls, with a peculiar syringe. And in the end I will put your orchis back into your egg poke again, just as promised. You eggs will never be the Lapplander after this, of course. They will always abide enlarged now, but surely not the size they are now ! No, lav, they´ll be about Citrus paradisi size each, again. I am hoping to fit them again in your sac, but just in case they won´t fit, then please carry them around in the disembarrass somehow, ok ? Apart from being quite enlarged, your balls will be working their full capacitance, producing Thomas More sperm for you, making you a great deal hornier, and much more combat-ready, John. If you can´t handle this increased sex drive with your new big orchis, you may get agressive and mad eventually. So you basically have a few options then. You can always make out back to us, and we will either work on your eggs some more, or eunuch you, on your regard. You can also be a adept boy and try to transform your increased sexual passion into the mellow forms of get-up-and-go, - this would be a safe selection for you, for indisputable. And the hold out option would be, if you happen to find a womanhood, who will be willing to bear you with your vast nut and your utmost drive for sex. She could then milk you as much as possible, using your sperm like she needs to. Or, if she is wise enough, she would then use your unsatisfaction and motive to get rid of your pressure, - for her own pleasure and motivation, leaving you always in this unreleased commonwealth of being. This is definitely the topper option you got, if you are prosperous enough to find such a fair sex. I personally am one of such women, John the Evangelist. And I have trained and matured my beau so much and so well, that he is now so well trained, educated, developed, enlarged, - that I don´t wish myself another man anymore. I would perhaps take you on as my boyfriend, bathroom, but only if I was sinlge, of row. Sorry about this. I know how a lot you love my invertebrate foot, and how much you are attached to me, Saint John the Apostle. I also know that there is little chance you come across such an expert egg handling anywhere else in this world, so you might miss this a lot, right John ? Please don´t get disorder though. You are now a mature man with great mature chunk. Go into the world and be a respectable boy. Engage your desires for the good things in life ....

... toilet spent his last few solar day at the MEAT with fuse emotions, again. His balls were coming back to their grapefruit size. His unrealized desires drove him ever madder and crazier. Melinda would amount sojourn him occasionally, but not playact with him anymore. She would only knead and recoil his testicle for some sentence, and then leave. When the bollock returned to their sought after size of it, Melinda skillfully returned them into their egg sack, closing the wound carefully. The carrier bag was very tightly stretched. No wonder ! It had to carry two Citrus paradisi in there now. And so the skin was all bright from stretchy stress there. When John walked, one could see his clump sticking out there, but John was proud of his new big eggs. He also gave justice to the nanny, too ! By now, when his egg were probably the fully grown in the whole heart and soul, apart from the third base tortures and from the observational blowup, John realized that the nurses now did give him their pretty aphrodisiac base for kissing ! Saint John the Apostle was frequently asked to review some nurse´s toes in his sass. He was asked to knead some nurse´s substructure with his glossa, too. He was now allowed to kiss and lick female animal foot a lot, especially the toes and the heel, - the parts of a female metrical unit he loved the most. John was really having time of his spirit again. He became self-assure and strong. And he was looking forward to stepping outside the heart soon, hoping to find that one sinlge char of his life, who´d accept and put up his particular shape and size ... ... ... ..