“Help us with these, Doug” Ginny called. “Oh, I see you’re kind of tied up at the moment.” This seemed to crack them up even more and they busied themselves, putting things away, chatting and laughing. After a while Ginny disappeared into what I presumed was the basement, and soon I heard the sound of a power saw followed shortly by drilling, hammering and god knows what else. When she finally came back up she was carrying whatever it was she had built down there, some sort of wooden framework, well-crafted by the looks of it, made primarily of two by fours. She set this down in a corner and continued to exercise her carpentry skills, efficiently attaching several heavy-duty screw eyes to the beam above me and to a three-foot length of broom handle. Sarah had returned, meanwhile, now wearing a sexy cotton top with a gaping neckline. Her unbound breasts bounced as she walked and her nipples stood out like pup tents. She seemed to find opportunities to bend over in front of me, continuing her show. If she said anything about her escapades to her comrades I never found out, though I am sure they must have known anyhow, intimate as they all seemed to be. Her scent lingered beneath my nostrils as I watched them industriously prepare my fate. The three of them vanished into the bedroom.

When they came out again I knew I had entered another world. Loli was wearing her nurse’s uniform, with a stethoscope around her neck. Her straight dark hair was pulled back tightly in a ponytail and she had on a pair of dark rimmed glasses. A clipboard was in one hand, and a pen in the other. Except for the fact that her starched white blouse was open halfway down the front revealing the top of a tantalizing lacy red undergarment she could have been in any doctor’s office in America. Sarah and Ginny were dressed in black teddies and both sported tall, spiked heels. They looked fantastic. They posed before me, grinning, and I paid them the ultimate compliment. I stared.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Cooper”, Loli addressed me. “I am pleased that we were able to fit you into our schedule this evening. I am Doctor Soler, and I will be in charge of your treatment. These two student Nurses, Ginny and Sarah, will be assisting me. You will address all of us as “Ma’am” and will only speak when spoken to. Is that clear?” She was all business and very serious.

“Yes Ma’am,” I replied.

“Very good”, she said. “Ladies, please undress the patient so we can begin our examination.”

I remained tied up, my arms aching from being pulled above my head for so long. Ginny stepped forward and began unbuttoning my shirt. I detected a brief laps in their professional demeanor as the others stepped closer to watch with unfeigned interest. I have always kept myself fit and maintained a muscular physique by working out regularly. It was a pleasure to gauge their reactions as my body was gradually revealed. Being somewhat exhibitionistic, and harboring a secret fantasy that ran along similar lines, I was inwardly delighted with the attention.

Ginny pulled my shirttails out of my pants and spread the shirt out to either side revealing my chest. She slid my shirt up my arms and tied it in a bundle around my wrists. Sarah stepped forward and removed my shoes and socks, giving me a view down her shirt in the process, and more than once bumping her head lightly against my crotch. This girl was an incorrigible tease. Now that my shirt and shoes were out of the way, Ginny slid my belt out of its loops and then unsnapped and unzipped my fly.

All three watched closely as Ginny and Sarah, working in tandem, carefully slid my pants down and off my legs. I stood there in just my jockeys - burgundy red with a black waistband. My cock was half-hard, lying across my upper thigh, an obvious and insistent bulge. “Those too”, Loli said, peering down at her two assistants who remained crouched at my feet, eyes on the prize. They reached up and grasped the waistband of my shorts and eased them over my swelling dick, then dropped them to the floor. I was studying their faces. Sarah smiled and moistened her lips with a hint of pink tongue. Ginny squinted and cocked her head to one side. Loli leaned closer for a better look, a paragon of clinical professionalism and detachment. And with that, the object of their scrutiny stood up proudly and saluted as if called to attention by a drill sergeant.

“Turn around, Mr. Cooper.” Loli said, and when my back was to my three captors: “that’s good”. I heard a muffled intake of breath behind me, and a muted whisper, too quiet to pick up, and felt a hand gently graze my left buttock. I must have presented quite a sight, bound and stretched as I was. “Let’s begin with our visual examination ladies”, Loli said behind me.

“Nice ass”, Sarah said, snickering. Soon there were hands all over my back, buttocks, thighs and lower legs as the three of them discussed my anatomy in detail. At one point the three of them were apparently all crouched down behind me and I felt a pair of hands pry my buttocks apart, holding me spread open to their view. I was told to turn around and the examination continued on my front. They discussed my body as though there was no “me” inside it, which was damn disconcerting. My mouth was opened, my eyelids were pulled back; they looked in my ears, tweaked my nipples and tugged at the hairs under my arms all the while maintaining a third-person discourse as though I weren’t present. I was secretly in ecstasy throughout this treatment, (okay, so a straining erection isn’t exactly secret) excited by the attention, the hands roaming across my flesh, the exposure, and the presence of these three attractive, and apparently kinky women. Finally, their attention became riveted, as I knew it eventually would, on the foremost portion of my anatomy, thrust before me like the noble prow of a Spanish galleon.

Loli reached forward and grasped my penis firmly in her right hand pulling it down until it was parallel to the ground. “Notice how the head swells when I move it this way”, she said and I almost lost it right there. All three bent in closely to continue their examination. Loli pointed out various aspects of male anatomy to her “students”, paying particular attention, it seemed to me, to sexual functions and responses. “Studies have shown that the most sensitive areas of the male genital anatomy are the glans, the frenulum, and the testicles.” As she pointed out each she did a great job of demonstrating that area’s sensitivity by rubbing, tugging, tickling and fondling me expertly.

“One of the most powerful ministrations, for the male, is a manipulation that simultaneously stimulates all three regions, like this.” So saying she grasped my penis with both hands, firmly, near the base, and pressed her hands down, compressing my testicles. “Notice”, she continued” how this pulls the frenulum and glans taut, and simultaneously puts pressure against the testicles.” The bitch. I was squirming like crazy by this time, held immobile in her grasp. She crouched before me, half smiling, studying not my tortured cock but the reactions on my face.

One of her hands suddenly moved to a spot behind my balls and several of her fingers pressed into me, hard, just as orgasmic spasms were about to begin deep in my groin. “A very effective technique for controlling unwanted or premature ejaculation”, she said, jabbing me with unkind emphasis as well as fingers, “is direct pressure in the peri-anal area. Notice how the contractions of orgasm occur, but there is no ejaculation. It is necessary to maintain this pressure for several seconds, until the muscular contractions finish completely.”

Premature my hanging ass. I’d been hard for the last hour, teased mercilessly by a fallen angel, and now the three of them were giving my beleaguered brain and body more stimulation that any mortal man could endure. Little did I know…

Dr. Loli stood up and held me in one hand, her thumb over the top of my penis and her fingers still digging into the base behind my aching balls. She smiled at me with the grin of a scientist whose experiment apparatus has performed exactly as expected. Her knowledge of and facility with my anatomy was both uncanny and frightening. Ginny and Sarah remained on their knees near my feet, completely fascinated by Loli’s demonstration, no longer play-acting the parts of students. Their interest was genuine. So, come to think of it, was mine. The contractions came to an end and I remained as hard as I have ever been.

Loli released her grip on my privates and consulted her clipboard. “Let’s begin preparing the patient for treatment, shall we ladies?” Ginny untied my arms and Sarah removed my shirt the rest of the way, so that I was completely naked for the first time. My shoulders burned as I stretched them out then lowered them to my side. “Ginny, please record the patient’s height and weight.” Ginny led me into the bathroom where I immediately remembered its primary raison d’etre was. I gave her a look of desperation and pointed to the toilet. Ginny just grinned back at me shaking her head saying “later” and led me to the scale, her hand on my butt as she collected her reading. She led me back out to the front room and Sarah pressed her body against mine, forcing me up against a wall while Ginny took my height with her tape measure. We stood there, eye to eye for a moment, her look telling me she was as turned on by all this as I was.

When these measurements were recorded on Loli’s clipboard Ginny tied a silk scarf around each of my wrists and ankles. Each silk was wrapped around several times with the ends tucked in out of sight. They were snug but not too tight, and I noticed that there was a metal ring hanging from each. Sarah placed a sleep mask over my eyes, and then something like a blindfold was placed securely over that. It rendered me completely and effectively blind.

Deprived of sight my other senses slipped into high gear, as was undoubtedly the girls’ intent. I strained to hear every sound around me attempting to divine what hellish treatment they were planning. I heard plenty of whispering, giggling and footsteps, as well as the sounds of running water, moving furniture, more hammering and, I’m quite sure, another bottle being uncorked. My arms were grasped, one at a time, and I heard a loud metallic clink as something was snapped onto the rings at my wrist. My arms were pulled up and out as though tied to a cross, and presumably I was now attached to the screw eyes I had seen Ginny fasten to the beam. I felt hands pressing outward between my knees and my legs were spread wide apart. Click, and click. The rings around my ankles were connected, I guessed, to the wooden rod, forcing them to stay spread. I can only imagine what I looked like to them in this position. I was pretty sure at this point that they would not hurt me, at least not permanently anyway. About this, I would turn out to be right, although they certainly would stretch my definition of tolerable pain and discomfort far beyond any previously presumed limit.