(F/groupM) The Naughty Night Nurse - NEW

 Another medical BB/TT story. Just seems so appropriate these days.

The Naughty Night Nurse

 

Eva, a fully accredited LVN was the night nurse at an exclusive hospital. She took care of 10 male Covid patients on a special ward, all of whom were athletes of some sort. She took care of them from 4am to 7am and had all 10 males completely at her mercy during that time. All were on ventilators and were in induced comas.

Eva was a tall, blond, buxom woman with blue eyes, huge tits, an hourglass shape, and just LOVED to do naughty things to men. In particular she like to destroy men’s junk. Their reproductive parts. Their bit’s and bob’s. And since all 10 patients were in coma’s, she could really do whatever she wanted, and get away with it. They’d have no memory of her activities.

Her first victim was a handsome, brown-haired Olympic rower. While turning him to prevent bed sores, she noticed that his left bollock was much larger than his right. She thought about this for a while, then left the ward and went down to a storage room. She selected a fat needle and brought it back. Eva swept aside his blanket and brushed away his gown, the only modesty he had, and grasped his fat left nut. After putting on sterile gloves, she first wiped it with alcohol and then withdrew the sterile needle from its case. With the testicle in her left hand and the needle in her right she aimed the thing and then plunged it into the gonad, skewering it from top to bottom. It made a crisp “crunch” sound as it entered the gland which pleased Eva. She flicked it a bit. Then thought of what else she could do. “Ah,” she thought, “I can turn the ball’s innards to mush!”.

Pulling the needle out a ways she then began to rotate the needle and spin it, up to and including a broad waggling motion. At first there was great resistance inside the ball, but Eva was buffed and quite strong. With some manual dexterity and some good ol’ fashioned elbow grease the solid testicle began to turn into a smooth orange cream. She twirled and swished and occasionally repositioned the needle to another part of the nut, and in time, all the holes started leaking orange goo and after an hour, if she squeezed the ball, and the stuff oozed out. She knew she’d liquified the thing, and let it drop.

The next night that nut had healed its outer wounds and she knew all traces of her act were gone. It was time to choose someone else. Now it so happens that the youngest inmate of the ward was a 16 year old blond track and field star and when she lifted up his gown discovered he had very small, delicate testes which would probably show signs if they were mistreated. So, she decided to do what she’d done to several “one night stands” whom she’d given a drug to wipe their memory. She’d gotten them drunk then burdizzo’ed their nuts and dumped them on the street. Naturally, she’d brought her burdizzo and took it out of her locker. She cleaned it and then stood over the young man. She played with his balls for a while, hefting them, squeezing them, and pulling them. When she tired of this, she singled out his left chord, felt it up, and then put the jaws of the device over it. SQUEEZE. She squeezed the handles together and counted to 30. Given her tremendous strength she knew she’d done a great job, but she checked to make sure anyway. Sure enough, the boy’s right testicle was now free in its bag and she rotated it around for a while just for fun.

Eva briefly considered letting him keep his other nut so that he could continue with sports and have children and all that nonsense, but emasculation was just too much fun. She felt up his right cord, place the devise’s jaws over it and SQUEEZED with all her might. 30 seconds later the boy was now a eunuch, and would never know the love of a woman, the feel of a pussy or the joy of being a father. Eva smirked to herself. Men were so easy to destroy. She lightly punched the floating eggs and loved the “SMACK” sound they made. She whipped them from side to side and squeezed them in her whole fist. This teenager would remain a teenager forever.

The next night she decided to be really cruel. There was only one African American in the ward and he was a basketball player. Putting aside his gown, she could see that he had ample equipment. But she didn’t want to ruin him completely. She just wanted to cripple and embarrass him. So, she went downstairs again and got a bottle of mild acid and a syringe. Then she went back to her ward. His left ball was much bigger than his left one, and she thought “I’m gonna make this star regret having to get undressed in the locker room for the rest of his life!”

She filled the syringe with the acid and then injected it directly into the heart of his ball. She withdrew the needle and looked at the genital. At first nothing happened. Then the testicle began to squirm slightly. This movement continued for quite some time, and after a while, Eva got bored and actually did some work. An hour later, she came back to the thing and it looked puffy. The bollock was now twice as big, but it looked . . . soft. To test it, she squeezed the giant gland, and sure enough, it was squishy and soft. Its outer hull, though, remained intact. It looked like a mutant kidney bean. She squished it around for a while, enjoying its deformities and then let the thing drop. She picked up a bottle of mild liquid base and injected it into the ball to stop the acid from eating through the outer sheath. Forever more, this athlete would have one normal nut and one big squishy one that would do nothing but get in his way and cause his teammates to laugh and point at him. Eva passed the rest of the night quietly

The next day had been a shitty one for Eva, and sadistic nurse planned to take it out on her helpless patients. She started the night properly: turning, cleaning, refilling bags, emptying waste and so forth. She stopped for lunch and had discovered that her boyfriend, or “slave” as she called him, had forgotten to put avocado spread on her sandwich. It was the last straw. What could she do? She found a surgical tray and unwrapped a scalpel, scissors and some suture. She found the hottest of the hot athletes, a trim redhead who was an Olympic gymnast with a big bush and even bigger genitals. She swabbed the whole scrotum and then cut it down the center. His two huge white ghoolies slid out. She then pulled them as far as they would go and used the sutures to tie off his spermatic cords, then she snipped the testicles clean off. One by one, she held his nuts over her bread and with the scalpel slit open its curve and squeezing hard, and made the man’s baby batter coat the dry bread. One ball for each piece. Then she used the scalpel like a butterknife and distributed the “man spread” evenly. She put her sandwich back together and ate it with relish. The testicle butter gave a nice “bacon” taste to the whole thing. Quite delicious.

Several days passed normally until Eva was hit with a thought – in all her time ballbusting, she’d never heard a testicle actually “pop” from pressure. There were, of course, a great many ways this could be achieved but she thought a body-to-body method might be the most satisfactory. So, she chose a tall, buffed swimmer who, even now, smelled faintly of chlorine. She assessed his assets and found them to be quite ample. First, she simply put her knee between his legs, lined up her knee and then leaned on his two nuts. But, of course, there was no damage seeing as how he was laying on a soft gurney. What to do? Eve remember that there were some hard binders in the adjacent office and fetched one. But when she put her weight on his balls on top of the binder, the binder just dented, warped and collapsed. Still no good.

And then, a lightbulb went off! Eva had seen some construction going on near Xray, and she snuck down to see if any 2x4’s were to be found. Sure enough there were thick slabs of fresh pine, and she picked up a couple and sashayed back to the ward, her tight white butt wiggling back and forth. As always she locked the door from the inside so no one could intrude upon her nefarious activities, and slid the board underneath his crotch and ass. Now his nuggets had no where to hide. She singled out his smaller right nut, placed her knee on it, and placed all her weight on the doomed thing. The little organ held out for about 10 seconds but then it “POPPED” and deflated. Half his man meat was now meat paste. Eva quickly lined up the other ball and put her weight on it. But this one didn’t pop the first time. So, she tried again, and not only weighed down on it, but actively tried to push her whole body down on to the seed. This time the “POP” was even louder and then the organ oozed out from under her knee. It was smooshy and kinda sticky. She poked and prodded the mess for a while until she got bored, covered him up again, and rotated him so that he wouldn’t get bed sores. Eva prided herself on the good job she did.

Two nights later Eva realized she’d missed her cardio and toning regime this morning, because fucking “Carlos” her “boyfriend” had spent the night elsewhere and wasn’t available for her morning testicle punching routine. So, she decided to do it on her patients. Eva looked around the room, full of heavy mechanical breathing, and wondered who’d be the most fun. Then she saw him, her tall guy. He was blond, the chart said his name was Dennis. He had a nice face, green eyes, and apparently played football on a high school team.

Eva lightly cupped his angelic face, and admired his features, but the features she cared most about were between his legs. And boy, were they ample. Two lemon sized balls in a gossamer thing sack and a huge dong, just laying there. Very little hair, and no one around to be a witness.

Eva got some twine and tied his cock and balls up, and then made them stand up so that punching them from above would be easier. She rolled up her sleeves, balled her left fist and then WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM. For a half hour Eva pummeled his plump plums. Then she switched fists and pummled them with her right fist. WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM. His balls, which were shaped like Brazil nuts seemed to get longer and fatter from swelling, but it occurred to Eva that perhaps she could actually punch them flat. Till they ruptured. It might take all night, but it would be a GREAT workout. She looked at the clock. 4:15am. “Well,” she thought, “it’s worth a try”. And so she began a methodical, left, right, left punch attack to his swelling agates. Left, right, left, right. His fat nuts had no where to hide, being tied up, and as they swelled they became redder and redder. SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH. Over and over she hit them, but although they got softer, they didn’t pop. She decided to take one in both hands and squeeze as hard as she could. SQEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE. And lo and behold, the gonad POPPED for her. This hunky football player was down by a nut. She grasped the second one. Could she make the touchdown? She grasped the ball by its base, wrapped both hands around it, dug in her nails, and then squeezed for all she was worth. The ball didn’t just pop, it exploded! And in several directions at once. This boy’s reproductive future was now plastered all over his bed, the wall, and Eva! Eva licked her fingers. “Delicious”. And then set about cleaning up the mess.

Several days went by without any more experiments, when right before coming on duty, she overheard an ER doctor talk about a man who had just been admitted whose wife had drugged him, then put his ballbag in the microwave and made his balls explode. Brilliant! Eva couldn’t wait to try that one out.

Now alone, she surveyed what men she had left who were still intact. She chose the only body builder among them. She’d always hated body builders. More muscle than brains, more muscles than charm. They were stupid, myopic and lame. She wheeled his gurney into position then went to get the break room’s microwave. She also got an extension cord, and a rolling cart to put it on. She plugged everything in, rolled the cart up to his crotch, hefted his junk into it, closed the door as tightly as she could and set the dial to 1hour. At first it refused to turn on because the latch detector hadn’t been tripped, but with some delicate tools Eva managed to fool it, and the thing turned on with that loud fan-sound microwaves have. Around and around his balls went on the little plate. The skin started to blister and get red. Then it started to smell like burnt skin and hair. Eva hoped she could air out the place before the morning crew got in. It was around the 16 minute mark that the ruddy mess of flesh began to pop. POP POP POP POP then BOOM, SPLAT. POP POP POP. The testicles had ruptured, burst and then exploded as the steam inside of them expanded violently, but that wasn’t  the end of it. Individual tubules from inside the nut kept exploding, and so Eva was treated to 20 minutes of popcorn-like explosions from inside his ball. But, just like popcorn, the fun came to and end, and Eva had several hours’ worth of cleaning ahead of her.

It was on the last night of her watch (she was due a vacation and would be replace by another nurse, and probably never see these particular men again) that she did her best work. You see she had once worked for a local construction company as a hired temp, and the boss there fired Eva unjustly for not doing her job, which she in fact did. She hated the man for it. Well, it just so happened that that mans’ son had come down with Covid and was this ward and at her tender mercies right now. And long had she thought of a sufficient retributive torture. Something subtle, something torturous, and something untraceable.

For a long time now, Eva had been wooing the head of the Xray technology department, and she’d been gleaning all kinds of technical information from him. The floor she was on had a portable Xray machine, and once the technician told her how to use it, she was going to change this boy forever

Making sure everyone had gone home, and making sure she was alone with her 10 men, and making sure she was ready, Eva got the portable Xray and pulled the boy’s gurney out from the wall. She made him naked from the waist down, and put a book under his scrotum so that his balls stood out proudly, and distinctly, and then let them lay there, awaiting their doom.

For several minutes Eva twiddled with nobs and looked through scopes, until the Xray machine’s emitters were aimed DIRECTLY at his two helpless cahones. She new what to do. 5 minutes would sterilize him. And 10 minutes more would give him cancer. She flipped the thing on, and walked away from the machine for 30  minutes while she had a smoke, out  in the lobby. When she came back, she switched off the machine, put it back in it accustomed place, finished her work and left the building.

Eva got into her black Maserati, whose license plate said “Everard”. She fingered her small adam’s apple, and squeezed her thighs together feeling no man parts between her legs. Yup, if she couldn’t be a man anymore, then neither could they. She smiled, fluffed her cleavage, lit a ciggy, and sped away into the morning mist.