Unusual patient care - Ch. 01

Intro:

Anon and his fiancee Katherine decided to never have children. Today they are the the doctors office, for Anon's vasectomy. At first Anon feels uncomfortable to expose his genitals to the doctor and nurses. But he soon is put into even more unexpected situations, all in front of his fiancee.

This story will feature some gentle elements of female domination but without any spanking, infliction of pain, sissification or the like.

I've only recently embarked on my journey as a writer, and this is just my second story. I'm still exploring this realm. And I would greatly appreciate your feedback and any creative insights you may have to offer.

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Chapter 1

Katherine and I had been sitting in the waiting room for what felt like an eternity, and there were not even any other patients. We both assumed that whatever was keeping the doctor occupied must have been important, given that it was already fairly late in the afternoon. It seemed likely that we would be the last customers of the day. Katherine was by my side on a wooden chair, scrolling through her phone while trying to pass time.

Of course, it was much easier for her to stay composed, since I was the one to be undergoing the surgery today. Yes, I understand that a vasectomy is just a minor snip, but I couldn't help feeling anxious about it. It's still quite a major decision for my future and having my testicles cut with a blade wasn't exactly an inviting concept. On the flipside, we knew it was for a good reason. Katherine and I were determined to not bring any children into this world, so what better way to enjoy our honeymoon than without having to be concerned about birth control?

We eventually decided that the procedure should be done a few weeks prior to our wedding day. Dr. Smith had outlined the preparation strategy for us during the consultation and also reassured us that it wouldn't take very long; around half an hour he said. The most difficult part of the process would be to tie up the spermatic cord, which links my testicles to my urethra.

Afterwards I would have to wear a special type of protective underwear and abstain from sexual activity for two weeks until everything was healed and back to normal. About a month later, they would check my ejaculate for sperm count. If the results were successful, we would be ready just in time for our wedding and honeymoon. While it was not ideal, it really wasn't too hard to deal with overall.

But my nervousness was not going away. The procedure was also quite expensive, and we were already operating on a tight budget since Katherine had lost her job and I was still in school. We were truly blessed that Katherine's aunt had offered to cover our financial obligations. She was quite vocal about the decision of her choosing not to have children, and when we shared how we too didn't want children, she was overjoyed.

Finally, the kind nurse called us and lead us to the surgery room. The room itself had a sterile air to it that only made my nerves spike up even more. Everything had been thoroughly disinfected and all the tools neatly laid out on trays with surgical gloves placed delicately at the side of each instrument.

The nurse, introducing herself as Mia, confirmed that we were there for a vasectomy today. I could feel that she was nervous, but trying to hide the fact. Katherine was offered a chair to sit down while we waited for the doctor. Mia then addressed me and asked me to get undressed and handed me a hospital gown to put on. I could feel my heart racing in anticipation of the procedure, but I knew that there was no turning back now. Mia must have noticed my anxiety, but she didn't seem to know how to respond, so she just assured me again that the doctor must be here any minute now to answer any questions I might have.

I couldn't help but notice Mia's youth; it was apparent that she must had recently graduated from school and immediately after taken on this role as a nurse, and the lack of experience in her demeanour was evident. She seemed quite nervous while conversing with us, as if unsure of herself with every word she spoke. It was almost like she had to second-guess what to say at all times or pause before responding to make sure it came out right.

The room was extremely clinical and the gynecological chair unsurprisingly took up the majority of the space. There was a small privacy screen in the corner that Mia had gestured towards for me to get changed behind. I couldn't help but find it ironic that I was asked to get undressed behind a screen, after all, they'd certainly see me completely naked relatively shortly when I went in for surgery.

I step behind the privacy screen and begin to undress. Just as I emerge now dressed in the flimsy hospital gown, the doctor enters the room accompanied by another nurse. To my shock, it's not Doctor Smith who had attended to us during our previous appointment. This new doctor, she was a tall and slender woman, with shoulder length brown hair and thick-framed glasses perched upon the bridge of her nose. She introduced herself as Dr. Maverick and informed me that she would be performing my vasectomy today and asked if I had any questions or concerns.

I couldn't think of any questions as I was still occupied with thinking about the turn of events. Dr. Maverick was no more than 35 years old, accompanied by two young nurses - a far cry from the older man I had expected to be my guide through this delicate procedure. I felt a wave of uneasiness wash over me at the thought of three strange women touching my groin, especially with Katherine in the room. In my moment of discomfort, I still manage to steal a far-away glance at Katherine and can tell that she is trying to suppress her feelings about what is happening by keeping her face expressionless. Deep down inside, though, I imagine that she wasn't too pleased with the idea of there being three females operating closely on her husband's crotch area.

As me and Katherine were too astonished to voice any inquiries, Dr. Maverick went on to explain the next steps further. She also introduced Nurse Amy to us, who had come in the room with her and disclosed that Nurse Mia was actually a medical student and this would be her first time assisting in such a surgery. This only supported my initial thoughts about Mia, and how uncoordinated she behaved.

Dr Maverick continues and tells me to take a seat on the gynecological chair. I start to become increasingly uncomfortable, exposed in front of not only the doctor but also the two nurses. I'm primarily concerned about my fiancee, and how she could possibly feel seeing me subjected to this situation. It also doesn't make for a very graceful appearance to be seated in these type of chairs. I quickly remind myself that this is a medical setting, and Katherine and I should trust that these professionals will handle everything accordingly.

I take a seat on the gynaecology chair and my legs spread wide open, my genitals exposed to everyone in the room. Thankfully Katherine is positioned directly next to me and can't look straight at my bottom. The nurses and doctor however are further back behind the chair, and they not only have an easy view of me but also get a full glimpse of my ass, penis and testicles. Even though it's embarrassing for me, I understand that it's necessary if I want to get the vasectomy taken care of.

The doctor now instructs Mia to get the razor and necessary shaving items. She then goes into detail to explain how Mia has to be extra careful when handling the area around my shaft and balls, as it is very sensitive with plenty of loose skin. I can see that Mia is clearly uneasy about this situation, even feeling a bit awkward; she has managed to avoid looking at my groin throughout this entire appointment. I wonder how many nude men she has even seen in her young life before.

I don't want to add more stress to the situation, as I'm already concerned that she may start trembling, and it would be dangerous for her if she does this while wielding a sharp razor blade. Instead of watching her, I force myself to look away.

Now I can observe Katherine and notice that she is looking at Mia with obvious skepticism. I am wondering if her main concern lies in clumsy Mia possibly cutting me, or the fact that this young and attractive nurse is touching me down there. But when Katherine realizes that I'm watching her, her facial expression immediately changes - it's clear that she was caught in the act and is now trying to hide her reaction.

She quickly proceeds to talk to the doctor, seemingly trying to distract from me having caught her. Katherine is asking if we should have done the shaving at home beforehand, apologizing if that was in fact expected of us. But the doctor reassures her that this is a common procedure here in the practice; they want to make sure that the shaving is done correctly. She explains that it helps ensure hygiene for each patient.

After a short hesitation, Mia is positioning herself between my wide open legs. But she is unable to make the next move. I can sense her insecurity as she stares at my crotch nervously and Amy, the more experienced nurse watches over her junior colleague. The doctor has excused herself and left the room, leaving a tense silence that hangs in the air around us. I swear I can almost feel Mia's gaze on my penis as she goes back and forth with her eyes, unsure of what to do next.

Amy pauses for a moment and then breaks the tension by attempting to help Mia out of her trance-like state. She gently coaxes Mia, reminding her to start with the first step in the process - applying the shaving cream. Amy places a comforting hand on Mia's shoulder, allowing her to take a few moments of pause. Taking in a deep breath, Mia finally grabs the cream and timidly gives a nod of agreement.

It is clear that Mia has never shaved a man before, and it seems as if she is avoiding contact with certain parts of my body. Her application of the shaving cream appears to be rushed, as she starts with applying it to the region below my belly button and slightly above my shaft. She seems to be attempting to avoid the more sensitive regions on my body, carefully spreading cream around them without ever wanting her hands to come in contact.

Amy reminds her that the cream must be applied to all areas prone to producing hair, which includes the testicles and lower regions of the penis. I can see Mia blushing nervously, but at the same time she is also evidently trying her best to comply with her new duties as a trainee nurse.

I start to feel a bit uneasy at the thought of this young nurse about to lay her hands on my penis and testicles. It's been some time since a woman other than Katherine has had such intimate contact with me, and it's strange to see such an attractive yet innocent looking individual approaching me with that intent.

I was so occupied with Amy and Mia applying the cream to me, that I had almost forgotten Katherine next to me. What kind of thoughts must she be having? Is she feeling uncomfortable as well? All these questions float in my head as I try to steady myself for Mia's approaching hands and touch.

Mia cautiously brings the cream to my balls. But my entire body recoils from the initial touch of her fingertips to my testicle and she quickly retracts her hands with profuse apologies. I try to reassure her that it was just a bit ticklish, so that she can finish up, but really I'm feeling something else entirely - a sensation beyond pleasant tickles.

All I wish is for this whole ordeal to be finished quickly; I don't want to have to face the embarrassment of becoming aroused in front of everyone, especially my soon-to-be wife. It's not a pleasant feeling for either one of us and it would be horrible if my fiance were to see me in an that state caused by another woman.

Mia continued to apply the cream carefully yet still swiftly enough that it appeared as if she was eager to complete the task. Her movements were still timid and fragile due to her lack of practice. As she worked, I attempted to take my mind off what was happening and divert my attention away- picturing the surgery and imagining a scalpel slicing into my testicles proved quite successful. This allowed me to prevent an erection in spite of these gentle hands working on me.

I can feel Mia stop her motion. And as far as I can see from my position she managed to apply cream to all necessary regions. She also seems pleased with her job.

Mia is looking at Amy for approval. Amy after a short inspection, tells Mia that she did well, but she can see that the cream was only applied very superficially. It's better if the cream is rubbed into the skin, to make sure the pores and hair follicle are soft and smooth.

I feel a wave of panic wash over me, and I quickly squeeze my eyes shut as I try to focus my mind back to the scalpel. But the thought of Mia's hands touching me again, deliberately my penis and balls causes an eruption of goosebumps and chills to run through me.

As I ponder, Mia's hands start to work soothingly, yet firmly along my lower abdomen. She takes the extra time to tenderly massage the cream into my pubic hairs which makes me believe she is hesitating at going further down to my testicles and penis. My breath falters as I wait for her next move; will she continue or stop?

Just before the situation becomes too awkward, she finally moves on and starts cupping my testicles with her hand, slowly and tenderly working the cream into them. Her touch feels absolutely amazing, and I forget all about my earlier plan to try and avoid getting an erection. Mia now works quickly, not giving me much time to really take in the sensation of it all. She now spreads cream onto the top of my lower penis area, before having to grab around its circumference to massage in the whole shaft.

I can feel my blood rushing into my penis, and I know that if Mia continues with her gentle massage, there will be no way of avoiding an erection. Thankfully she is quick and efficient, and she finishes before I get fully aroused. But the worry of Katherine noticing what was happening still lingered in my mind. My penis had definitely increased slightly in size due to the stimulation, but it was still quite soft. The white shaving foam partially obscured it, making it less noticeable to anyone else in the room.

For a fleeting moment, my dick is granted some blessed relief as Mia turns away to retrieve the razor. My breathing hitches as she faces me again, her gaze not moving any higher than my crotch. She continues to avoid meeting my eyes and it's evident that she's still nervous. With no contact from her hands, she brings the razor up to my abdomen just above where my penis is situated. Her movements are delicate but insecure; I can see the concentration on her face as she focuses on the task at hand.

After a few more delicate strokes of the razor, she finally completes that area, probably the most straightforward portion of the shave. Amy is now watching Mia more intently yet again, likely because this is the most risky part of the process. She's telling her to stretch out the skin tautly in order to avoid cutting into any existing wrinkles. Mia has no choice but to listen and abide by Amy's instructions. I can feel her gentle touch on my dick as she starts slowly shaving down the lower part of it, her index finger and thumb delicately gripping hold and trying to pull the skin.

It's evident that her tactic doesn't really work here. She needs to grab it with more fingers to get a better grasp. She also starts gripping it with more force, stretching the skin in a way I had not felt before. The moment I can no longer bear arrives swiftly; there's blood rushing to my dick at an ever-increasing speed, its erection growing impulsively in Mia's hand. Her grip around my cock is so tight that it almost feels surreal. To have such an powerful experience inside her tiny hand is incredibly stimulating.

At first Mia is so focused on applying the razor to me carefully that she doesn't notice it, allowing my dick ample opportunity to swell within her hand. But then suddenly she jerk back in surprise and lets go of me abruptly. She must have felt the involuntary twitching motion my dick made, something she likely didn't expect but was clearly shocked by. In the moment, her shock caused her to move her hand with the razor still in it; I can feel a sharp pain on my belly as the razor cuts my skin slightly.

I quickly take a deep breath and calm down, alerting her that it's okay; She apologizes profusely for the incident. She is clearly in shock, as a little blood emerges from the wound.

Amy had taken notice of the situation at hand and was equally quick to act, first grabbing a bottle of antiseptic spray and then pulling out a bandaid. It must be mentioned that the actual cut wasn't very deep, so perhaps a bandaid may not have been strictly necessary. I could easily imagine how embarrassed Mia was feeling about this silly mistake she made, and all thoughts I had earlier of her innocent touch and my consequential boner were forgotten for a moment.

Mia still feeling flustered and worked up, Amy stepped in to take over the shave. Fortunately Mia had almost completed the task, so Amy was easily able to finish it off. Her talent and experience at this particular job were quite evident. As soon as she started shaving, her hand moved with a steady grace; every stroke of the razor was more confident and determined than the last. Her swift motions, along with the prospect of a razorblade cutting me again, kept me successfully from having any further embarrassing erections.

Mia handed Amy a towel and together they were able to dry me off, but I felt even more exposed than before. With no hair left covering the details of my crotch it was a strange feeling, one I hadn't had before as I had never shaved myself so cleanly.

With perfect timing, the doctor re-entered the room precisely as Mia and Amy had finished cleaning up the razor, towels and cream. Her eyes immediately rested upon the bandaid above my groin area, prompting her to ask Amy what had occurred. As she heard an explanation, the doctor simultaneously fixed Mia with a stern and overtly disappointed stare. It was obvious that Mia's boss had extremely high expectations for her, even though she was merely a trainee.

I could see Mia's regret, her gaze fixed on the floor as she nodded in agreement and told the doctor that she promises this will not happen again. She repeated her commitment to be more careful and attentive going forward, but there was still a slight doubt lingering in her expression. The doctor didn't crack a smile, but she gave her consent for Mia to stay on and continue helping out.

Turning to consider both me and Katherine, the doctor asked us if we were alright with his decision as well. Instantly I felt awful for Mia, and without a second thought I confirmed my consensus. But it seemed that Katherine had other ideas, giving me a stern look before quickly averting her gaze. However, by this time the doctor had already started making her preparations and Mia's expression revealed her inner relief at the situation. It was too late for Katherine to change anything now.