Dave lie there on his back, helpless, Nurse Violet standing over him with one hand on her hip and the other pointed at him. The fact that the pointing finger was shiny with lubricant was not lost on him, but he just stared.

“This was a good start, but I’m going to need more from you.” She changed her aim to where the puddles of prostate fluid and cum that had slid off to either side when she’d fucked him to orgasm with her giant, strap-on enema nozzle had been moments ago.

“This… is not everything in you, we’ve just scratched the surface. My work isn’t finished, so let’s not have any complaints because I intend to complete it properly.”

When Dave had filled out the appointment request earlier, he’d selected the ‘deep milking’ package and wondered for sure his shuddering, full body orgasm just a couple minutes ago was that because he was fully, completely satisfied. She’d pushed that big, textured silicone irrigator deep into him and pegged him mercilessly and he’d cum and cum but here he was, still restrained with his legs up in the air and ass hanging out over the edge of her examination- no, her _fucking_ table.

He knew he needed only to say a word, the magic safe word she’d given him at the start, and he could be on his way back to the hotel but something stayed his hand. Or, to be more specific, his voice.

As he’d been thinking about this, she had stepped off to one side, coming up next to him and brushing up against his hip. The thick latex glove on her right hand glistened as she held it up for him to see.

“Now that you are truly clean, I can put my fingers more deeply into you without worrying that you’ve done a lazy or half-ass…” She paused for a second, chuckled at that, then continued. “Half-ass job preparing yourself.” She pursed her lips and reached down between his legs with her wet glove without looking away from his eyes and a moment later, he felt one of those big fingers nudge itself up against his recovering asshole. It began to work its way around in a circle, lightly massaging the outside ring as she continued.

“I’ve found that my clients can’t always be trusted. There are some who don’t follow my directions properly, some who perhaps don’t know better, and some….” She jabbed the finger in suddenly and he grunted as she sank it in up to at least a knuckle. “Some who do everything right the way you did, and that makes me even more suspicious.” The finger pushed in even deeper. “What are you hiding? Will I find a buried treasure?” The finger found his prostate and he groaned as it poked it, sending a fresh wave of sensation through his body.

She pulled the finger out in a single motion. “Perhaps not treasure, but I think we certainly found _something_.”

She leaned over to reach under the table for more lubricant. He could hear it going again as she pumped it.

*squirt*

*squirt*

Pavlov would have a field day with this, he wondered as he felt his dick twitch at the sound, then begin to slowly grow. It had been mostly soft during the assault on his ass a few minutes earlier from the confusing mix of emotions he’d felt between being fucked by someone else, the pressure of the enema, the ramming against his prostate, and the crowd… wait, no, he wondered, realizing, he hadn’t known about the crowd watching when he came. Not consciously, at least. But as he wondered about them, his cock twitched again and began to grow even faster. The wall of faces looking in, leering, their presence made feasible by the malfunctioning electric curtains opening as he was being fucked. The last thing he had seen before the curtain had closed was the two women he’d passed earlier on the street watching him with wide-open mouths but then the curtain was closed.

Now with more lubricant on her glove, Nurse Violet stood back up and moved her gloved hand towards his ass then paused at the sight of his rapidly growing penis.

“Well hello there.” She looked at it a little disapprovingly, then waved a lubed finger at it. “I think we’ll have something for you in a little bit, but not…” She returned it to his ass and firmly slid it back in, bringing fresh lubrication, “right now.”

Dave squirmed a little as her finger probed more deeply. After a couple seconds, he felt it come to rest on his prostate again.

“First, we’ll be working on this directly. I prefer to get the easy parts out of the way first.” His eyes widened at that. What did she mean, easy parts? As he wondered, she pulled the probing finger out and a moment later, he felt two slide in.

Having just been fucked by her a few minutes earlier, his ass didn’t put up too much of a struggle to the probing fingers and she slid both deeper and deeper into his bottom until now both of them were, by the feel of it, resting on the walnut sized organ. Slowly, she began to stroke it with both fingers. They must be awfully long, he wondered to himself, then groaned as she stroked a little harder.

It was like there was this hidden, analog pleasure button deep in his gut. As she stroked it with both fingers, the waves of pleasure moved outwards through his body in waves. During one particularly sensitive squeeze, he involuntarily tensed his pelvic floor muscles, as if trying to coax more sensation, and she reached over her half-buried hand with her other arm and smacked him in the testicles. He yelped.

“None of that, you won’t be squeezing my fingers off today.” She then gripped them firmly and gave a quick squeeze. “And you were not given permission to speak,” she added, apparently referring to his squawk. “You will control yourself, yes?”

He nodded frantically and, more importantly, quietly. She held the pressure for a moment, then released them and went back to stroking his insides.

He let his head drop back onto the table and lost himself in the sensations rolling through his head. Once in a while, she would hit that spot just right and he’d desperately want to squeeze those muscles as hard as he could to finish things but he didn’t dare and as time passed, the pleasure from inside rose even higher. It was almost as if not tensing those muscles to get things over with was opening new sensations.

These thoughts weren’t super well formed, his mind had gradually become an unfocused continuum with those waves of pleasure at their core.

Over the next couple minutes as she squeezed, she occasionally made an approving noise or clucked at something he couldn’t see until finally, a strange sensation he recognized from a few minutes earlier started and she spoke again.

“There we are, I knew you were hiding in there.” He looked up in time to see her reach over for the little glass bowl and bring it up to his once-again flacid penis. How could he be soft, he thought, when her finger motions were driving him crazy?! Maybe it was somehow related to the squeeze, but he wasn’t sure-

He startled at the sudden cold as she slid the edge of the little bowl, or was it a glass? She’d slid it under the head of his penis and now his urethra was aimed into it. As he watched, she increased her pressure deep in his gut and suddenly, he could feel it happening, that strange feeling almost like he was starting to pee. He panicked a little and clenched a muscle to try and stop from peeing and in doing so, his ass tightened on her finger.

She said something, it sounded like she was reprimanding him again but he couldn’t figure out because the peeing sensation became incredibly intense and he groaned as her finger redoubled its effort. He could feel something flowing out of his cock and it was that clear fluid again, not cum, and it began dripping then streaming into the little glass bowl. His hearing cleared just in time to hear her speak again.

“There we go, that’s it,” she murmured, obviously unsurprised at what was flowing out of his dick. Instead of peeing, he felt like his insides were being turned inside out as she continued to steadily rub his prostate in a circular then come-hither motion, back and forth. She bent her arm a little and her thumb came to a rest on the spot halfway between his testicles and his anus where her fingers were working so hard and then…

…pushed. It was as if the organ was being squeezed like a plum and he grunted and jerked, calling out wordlessly as more fluid streamed out into the bowl.

She pulled her fingers out a little as if to shift position then plunged them back in and squeezed some more. More fluid poured out and he could just make out the rising fluid level in her little bowl. “That’s what Nurse Violet wants to see, there there, let’s get as much of this out of you as we can. We’ll need this later,” she added cryptically.

After another minute of this with him twitching and squirming under her relentless fingers, the sensation of peeing had almost disappeared, even if the pleasure was still there.

“I… I can’t-” he began and without any preamble she set the bowl down on the little table next to him and, in a single possible move, used that hand to reach back and _slap his testicles_ again.

“I did not give you permission to speak,” she scolded, and then rapidly pulled her fingers out of his ass.

He grunted at the sudden feeling and then emptiness and lie there silently, breathing hard. His balls hurt, but he couldn’t tell how much was from the slap and how much of the soreness was from being drained a few minutes earlier when she’d fucked him with her big strap on.

“Well, regardless of that,” she continued as she pulled the glove off with her other hand and dropped it into a waste bin, then picked up the glass bowl and held it up to her face with a slight curl to her lip and continued, “you did produce a respectable amount of fluid.” She looked at it up close with first one eye then the other, then finally shook her head and set it back down. “The real test will come in a little bit, of course. We’ll be using it to help validate that your milking is truly finished.”

Dave was in a daze, but one thing did pierce his mental fog. What had she meant by “we”? Or was that just a figure of speech?

There was a loud buzz. Nurse Violet looked down at him, splayed out on the table with his legs up and strapped firmly into place. She smiled, and he felt a sudden shiver.

“In fact, we’ll be able to validate that shortly.” She reached over to pull a little on one of the straps restraining the arm closest to her. “Don’t go anywhere,” she said, then laughed to herself and walked away towards the door through which he’d entered.

She reached the door and opened it, letting someone in, someone Dave recognized immediately. He blanched.

Before he could stop himself, he spoke without permission.

“Oh boy.”