Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2020 01:48:23 +0000 From: butters2020 Subject: Petty Officer Pervert Returns Gay, Adult-Youth Nifty isn't free to maintain. It needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Consider giving at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The following is 100% made up. If you liked the story, I'd love to know it. Feel free to send feedback to butters2020@protonmail.com. If you didn't like it, I'd hate to know it, so send that feedback to someone else. Petty Officer Pervert Returns By Butters2020 I was assigned to the ICU but if we weren't busy and another part of the hospital was shorthanded, I was sometimes sent to other areas to help out. If I had to spend a shift on the med-surg ward it was a nice change, but kind of boring compared to ICU. I hated when I had to help out in Labor and Delivery. Let me tell you, all that stuff you see on TV with women giving birth is bullshit. They don't lay there all angelic and they don't just scream and push. They bitch. A lot. "it hurts! Give me drugs! How much longer?" Oh my god, shut up, you you bloated cow! No one told you to get knocked up! The most interesting place I filled in was the Psych Ward. You couldn't get onto the ward without being buzzed in. To get out, you had to put your ID against the pad by the door, AND punch in a code. Both were required. If one of the patients stole your ID or learned the code it wouldn't do them any good; they'd have to have both in order to escape. Most of them had no interest in escaping but some were flight risks. Even if they weren't shorthanded, if actual medical stuff was needed, they'd sometimes call one of us to go do it. The psych staff was used to dealing with the mental side of mental patients, but they'd forgotten all about the nuts and bolts of patient care. Like starting an IV or inserting a urinary catheter. There wasn't much need for that on the psych ward and if you don't use it, you lose it. Anders Goldstein needed it. He was fifteen, the son of a marine who was currently deployed. Anders was severely autistic. Totally non-verbal. He either couldn't, or wouldn't, talk. He made noises but no words. I don't know how he communicated with his mother, who took care of him, but apparently, they managed. His mother was currently on the Labor and Delivery ward pushing out Anders' new brother or sister. She'd left Anders with a neighbor when she checked herself into Naval Hospital Camp LeJeune. Shortly after Mrs. Goldstein dropped Anders off with the neighbor, he went ballistic. He shrieked, he howled, he knocked the TV off the stand and kept hitting himself in the head, hard enough to leave marks. The neighbor freaked and called 911. Which is how Anders ended up on the psych ward while his mom was in L&D. I'm not sure that was the proper place for him, but the hospital wasn't equipped to put him anywhere else. Even with sedation he was still on a freak out and still harming himself. Doctor Schroeder finally ordered soft restraints to keep him from hurting himself. It took three people to apply them, but eventually Anders was secured in a hospital bed, his wrists and ankles secured to the bedside rails. During one of his two-hour assessments at 11 pm he appeared to be in discomfort. The sedation had worn off by then. He wasn't struggling against the restraints or acting like he had at the neighbor's house, but he was obviously in distress. However, he couldn't tell anyone what was wrong. After pushing on his bladder and seeing the painful face he made, the nurse realized the poor kid had to pee. The protocol at the hospital was that any patient who was restrained had his clothes removed. Once upon a time a patient managed to use his shirt or belt or something to do something; I'm not sure what it was, but it must have been bad because ever since then restrained patients were naked patients. When I was told to go up to the psych ward to Cath a patient, I did my best to look put out instead of thrilled. How many people get to play with dicks as part of their job description? I didn't know who the patient was. I just hoped it wasn't some old fart. The nurse buzzed me in and I read Anders' chart (which is how I learned everything I just told you about). The nurse, Lt. Rivera, said, "We tried the urinal," referring to the plastic jug guys piss in when they're in the hospital and can't use the toilet. "But he wouldn't urinate into it." "Not sure I blame him," I said. "Did he know he was supposed to? I'm not up on nonverbal autistics. Do they understand you? I mean someone's grabbing his penis and pointing it in a plastic jug. I'm not sure I'd be able to urinate either." She nodded. "His bladder is getting distended. I'm surprised he hasn't wet the bed. He's a stubborn kid. He needs to be cath'ed before his bladder bursts." "No problem. Indwelling or straight in and out?" "We don't have an order for an indwelling. Just to catheterize him as needed. You'll probably have to do it again before the shift is over. I already asked your charge nurse if we can keep you all night. You'll have to stay in the room with him. Since he can't call out for help if he needs it, we haven't been able to leave him alone." Alone all night with a naked fifteen-year-old. Thank you, God. I tried to look annoyed and told her I was an ICU Corpsman, not a babysitter. She told me I was a sailor who had to follow orders. I said, "Yes, Ma'am," and took the catheter kit into room 19. It was all I could do to keep from sporting a rod when I saw the naked kid tied up on the bed in front of me. His arms were at his side, but the wrists were at the edge of the bed, wrapped in fleece lined restraints. If you have to be handcuffed to a bed, you can't beat fleece handcuffs. The same soft restraints were wrapped around his ankles, also connected to the footrest at the end of the bed. He had brown eyes and brown curly hair. It was the same shade of brown as the small patch of pubic hair above the circumcised penis that rested on his balls. His dick and balls were a shade darker than his alabaster skin, as if he only exposed his privates to the sun. Puffy nipples accented pointed breasts that protruded just a little. He wasn't chubby, but he had the tits of a pubescent girl. I'd happily let him nurse me. "Hi Anders, I'm Petty Officer Perdomo. You can call me Brad." I realized how stupid that was as soon as I said it. He couldn't call me anything at all. I gave him a half grin and shrugged. He was looking me in the eye, but I had no idea how much he was understanding. Probably everything. He wasn't retarded, after all. I placed my palm an inch over his pubes and gently pushed. He made a face. "Looks like you need to take a piss. I'm gonna help you get that taken care of." I took my hand away, not lifting it straight up, but sliding it over his pubes and dick first. I opened the catheter kit. I put on sterile gloves and unfolded the blue paper drape with a hole cut out of the center of it. I placed that over his crotch, leaving his dick exposed through the hole. I opened the little packet of KY jelly that came in the kit and placed it on the drape. "This is a sterile procedure, so I need to make sure everything is germ free down here," I said. His eyes never left me. "This is going to feel cold. Sorry." I opened the betadine swabs and smeared the first one over the skin exposed in the drape. I heard his intake of breath. I took hold of his penis and used the second swab on the head, coating it with the yellow betadine. I gave his dick a final wipe with the third swab and then grabbed the sterile rubber tube. I dipped it in the KY. "You're going to feel some discomfort," I warned him. Maintaining a firm grip on his dick with my left hand I fed the rubber tube into his piss slit and snaked it right up his dick, past his prostate, and into his bladder. I pinched the tube where it came out of his dick and grabbed the urinal jug from where I'd placed it between his legs. I put the exposed end of the catheter into the jug and stopped pinching it. A stream of urine gushed into the jug. Anders smiled and sighed. The urinals hold a liter of fluid. He filled the jug, but the flow of piss gave no indication of stopping. I pinched the tubing again, placed the full urinal on the bedside table and pushed the call bell. "Yes?" Lt. Rivera's voice came through the speaker. "His cup runneth over," I said. Can you bring me another one, or else empty this one? I'd do it myself, but my hands are full." Anders giggled, and I no longer had any doubts as to how much he could understand. I still had no clue why he didn't talk. Lt. Rivera came into the room. "Damn, he really had to go," she said, taking the urinal to the toilet and dumping it. She gave it back to me and left. I finished draining Anders' bladder, collecting another 500 ccs. "All done," I told him, withdrawing the catheter. By now I'd done this to a hundred patients and every one of them had grimaced and expressed pain, but Anders just kept smiling, probably basking in post-pee relief. "I'll have to do this again in the morning, though. Just so you know." I threw away the disposable catheter supplies but put the KY packet on the nightstand. I took a baby wipe and cleaned the yellow betadine from his dick and pubic area. I admit I took longer than was necessary at wiping the head of his dick and was rewarded when his penis thickened a little. He didn't get fully hard, but he was chubbing up. I didn't let it bother me that he didn't get hard. I had all night with him after all. I sat down in the visitor chair next to his bed and recorded the catheterization notes in his chart. I didn't like the view from the chair so when I was done with the note I stood up and walked over to the bed. "How you doing, Anders?" I asked softly. He looked at me without making any noise. "I'm sorry you're here and restrained. It was for your own protection." I placed my hand on his arm, avoiding his hand, lest he squeeze mine with intent to cause harm. I ran my fingers from his forearm up to his shoulder and back again. "I'm sorry you were upset when you were at your neighbor's. Do you not like them?" He furrowed his brow. "You won't be here very long. Just until your mom is back home and can take care of you again. And it won't be so bad here. Especially tonight. You know why?" I couldn't be sure, but I thought he shook his head a millimeter. I leaned over until my mouth was next to his ear. "Cuz I'm going to make you cum," I said. I stood back up and continues stroking his arm, but going a little higher this time, not stopping when I got to his shoulder, but tracing my fingers around his arm and into his armpit. Careful not to tickle him I felt the hair in his pit. Like his pubes there wasn't a lot, but more than enough to get your attention if you're into that sort of thing. I'm into that sort of thing. "Do you know what that means?" I went on. "Have you cum before? Do you jack off, Anders? I bet you have. I can just see you playing with your penis when it gets hard" I let my fingers leave his underarm and move over to his puffy boy tits. I stopped caressing him only long enough to stick my finger into my mouth, then put it back to his chest, and ran my moistened finger over his right nipple. "Unhh!" he said in a voice that hadn't quite broken. No longer the voice of a boy, but not yet the voice of a man. His eyes were still focused on mine but there were opened wider now. In anticipation or in fear, I didn't know and didn't care. "God, you've got such suckable tits, Anders. Do you want me to suck them? If you don't, all you have to do is say, NO." I chuckled. He made another guttural noise. I released the catch on the bedside rail and lowered it, careful to slide his restrained wrist up the bar on the rail as I lowered it so I wouldn't hurt him or yank his arm. When the rail was lowered, giving me access to him, I noticed for the first time that his dick, though not fully hard, was definitely harder than it had been when I cleaned the betadine off it. I took that as assent. I leaned over and sucked his right nipple into my mouth, cupping his left breast and gently squeezing it. I ran my tongue over his tit, coaxing it to life. I was surprised at how responsive it was. The nipple grew hard in my mouth. I flicked my tongue against it, and he made more noises that weren't words. I pulled off and made a noise of my own. "Whoa! You little horndog!" His nipple was distended at least an inch. "You've got porno nips! I twisted the hard tit between my finger, and he glared at me and growled. "Oh, you want me to stop?" I pinched harder. "All you have to do is say so." His growls said no, but his dick was now fully hard, bouncing up and down as if demanding to know why there was no hand on it, bringing release. He had porno tits, but the poor kid didn't have a porno dick. It wasn't a micro-peen but was slightly below average, at five inches. I hated to leave those wonderful nips, but that cock was demanding attention. I grabbed it, holding it still, and gave it a squeeze. "You want me to finish you by hand, or do you want to cum in my mouth. I bet you've never had a blowjob. Do you know what a blowjob is? Once again, I thought I saw an almost imperceptible shake of the head. "But you do jerk off, don't you?" He grinned. "Uhnnn!" I stroked his cock while he flapped his hands uselessly, making those strange noises. I let go of his dick. I recognized the next sounds he made: Disappointment. Longing. Hunger. Need. I grabbed the KY packet. There was still quite a bit of jelly in it. I squeezed a glob onto my middle finger, keeping it ready. Then I whispered, "you ready, Anders? You ready for me to suck your cock?" Said cock bobbed up and down and his dickhead flared. I moved over his throbbing member and with my KY-free hand I held it still so that I could lower my mouth onto it. He made a different noise now, low and guttural. He raised his ass off the bed, trying to feed more of his cock into my mouth. I let him. I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick, ignoring his moans. I let his hard shaft slide in and out of my mouth, until his dick which was coated with my spit. I used my hand to jack him while I sucked him. He glanced up at him and saw him staring at me in wonder. I don't know why I thought his eyes would be closed. I winked at him. I was tasting his precum now. God it was sweet. I sucked harder. I wanted more. I took my KY covered finger and put it at his hole and applied pressure. "UNGH! UNGH!" he grunted. I detected the panic in his voice and ignored it. I kept pushing but also kept sucking. When my finger penetrated his anus and slid in, his head snapped back, and he growled again. When my finger was buried in his ass I pushed up against his prostate, making his cock throb and swell in my mouth. He liked that. Man did he like that. I slid my finger in and out, finger fucking him, rubbing his prostate every time I pushed it back in him. "UNNGHGNNNGH!" The head of his cock pulsed in my mouth. I didn't realize he was cumming at first-the initial spurt was so strong it missed my tongue and hit the back of my throat, skipping my tastes buds. I got the next spurt though and moaned myself. Is anything sweeter than teenage cum? I kept fucking him with the finger of one hand, milking him with the other hand, sucking his nectar while he did his best in his restrained state to fuck my mouth. I swallowed all but his last spurt. I kept that on my tongue as his dick slid out of my mouth. I gave his prostate one last nudge, then withdrew my finger from his ass. He was half smiling, half laughing when I place my face over his, as if I was going to kiss him, and opened my mouth. His sperm dripped off my tongue and into his mouth. Instinctively he closed his mouth and swallowed. His eyes widened in surprise. "Get used to it. The next cum you eat will be mine," I promised him.