Date: Sun, 04 Apr 2021 22:24:27 +0000
From: butters2020 <butters2020@protonmail.com>
Subject: Petty Officer Pervert: Wire Cutters

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					Wire Cutters
					    By
					Butters2020

	Life in the ICU at the naval hospital could be boring for a pervert
like me.  Taking care of old men with heart attacks just doesn't do it for
me.  Young marines who are in car accidents are a little better.  At least
they're cute and if I'm lucky they have urinary catheters that need daily
care.  But today I hit the jackpot: twelve year old Gabe Bynoe did a
faceplant on his skateboard while trying to ride it down the handrail of
some steps at the playground on base.  Poor kid broke his nose and had to
have his jaw wired back together.

	That's what landed him in ICU.  He was going to be having his meals
through a straw for a while, and he wouldn't be saying much.  His jaw was
wired shut.  Which meant there was a danger of aspiration-if he puked,
there was nowhere for it to go and he could drown on his own vomit.  To
prevent that, a pair of surgical wire cutters (they looked like scissors)
hung from an IV pole at the head of his bed.  In an emergency we could snip
the wires that kept his mouth shut, allowing him to puke, or allowing us
access to his airway.

	I'd had patients with wired jaws before and we'd never had to use
the wire cutters.  Not once.  Gabe was the youngest patient in this
condition and thank the Pervert Gods, he was assigned to me.

	I went into his room to assess him. He was under the sheet so all I
could see of him was his arms and face.  It was hard to tell what color his
hair was.  He had a buzz cut, like lots of military kids.  His brown eyes
followed me across the room.  He had the beginnings of a summer tan, and a
single zit breaking out on his otherwise flawless face.

	 "Hi Gabe, I'm Petty Officer Perdomo.  I'll be taking care of you
today."  He tried to say hello but with his mouth wired shut it was little
more than a garbled noise.  I grinned at him.  "I'll get you get a tablet
and marker.  Unless you know sign language, that is."  Like all ICU
patients he had cardiac leads on his chest which in his case was overkill,
especially since it meant I didn't need to hold his wrist to take his
pulse.  I wasn't going to let that stop me, though.

	I made a note on my clipboard of his pulse and oxygen saturation.
"Just gonna check you out, real quick, okay?" I said, and pulled down the
sheet.  He was wearing a hospital gown, the kind that opens in the back and
snaps closed at the shoulder.  I undid the snaps and pulled the gown open
exposing him.

	I put the earpiece of my stethoscope in my ears and placed the bell
on his chest, making sure that my ring finger "accidentally" lay across his
nipple.  I moved the diaphragm of the stethoscope, repositioning it over
his heart, gently sliding my fingertip across his nipple.  I left it there
a little longer than I needed to, but what the hell, I wasn't really
listening to his heart anyway.

	I moved the stethoscope lower, onto his belly.  "I need to listen
to your bowel sounds," I told him, lowering the sheet even more.  Well,
well, well, look who isn't wearing any underwear.  He tried to pull the
sheet back up to cover the sparse pubic hair I had exposed.  "Stay still,
please," I said.

	He blushed through his tan.  Seeing his discomfort made me hard and
I was grateful for the lab coat I was wearing over my scrubs.  I listened
to all four quadrants of his belly, then took the stethoscope from my ears.
He again tried to pull the sheet back up.

	"Sorry, Gabe.  We're not done, yet." I said, and pulled the sheet
back down, even lower this time, exposing the root of his flaccid dick.  I
gently pushed down on different areas of his abdomen.  Each time I palpated
I said, "Does this hurt?"

	"Un uh," he answered.  When I palpated the lower quadrants my thumb
brushed against his pubis, but he had no hair there. It only grew an inch
or two above his penis.

	"I hate to tell you this buddy, but with your mouth wired shut, I
only have one way to take your temperature."  This was before there were
thermometers that took your temp in your ear, or on your forehead.  His
eyes opened wide and he shook his head.  He raised his left arm and with
his right hand pointed to his left armpit, which was still smooth.  "Sorry
Gabe.  Axillary temps just aren't as accurate."

	I took the anal thermometer from the tray and put a fresh cover on
the probe.  I made sure he saw what I was doing.  He whimpered a little,
making my cock throb under my scrubs.  I nearly whimpered a little myself.
I applied some K-Y to the thermometer and pulled the sheet completely off
the twelve-year-old boy.

	I shoved the gown completely out of the way.  He was beautiful.
His dick, maybe two inches long, was cut, which was the norm back then. His
balls may have dropped but now they were drawn up in fear.  His downy
pubes, still new, begged to be caressed but I resisted.  "Raise your knees
and spread your legs for me." I told him.  He didn't move.  "Come on,
Gabe," I said more sternly.  I lifted his right leg under the knee.  He
didn't resist and lifted his left leg on his own.

	There was no reason to move his balls out of the way--small as they
were, they weren't in the way.  I just wanted to feel them, so I did.  He
gasped when I did.  Oops.  I'd forgotten to put on my gloves.  On well.  I
rubbed his nuts softly as I inserted the thermometer into his ass.  "See?
It's not so bad, is it?"

	"Uh uh," he said.  I left my hand on his sack until the thermometer
beeped.  I'll be damned.  The kid has a fever.  I removed the thermometer
and wiped the stray bit of K-Y off his anus with a piece of gauze.  He put
his legs down and I pulled the sheet up to his waist.

	"Stand by," I told him.  "I'll be right back."

	I told the nurse about the fever, who called it into the doctor,
who gave us some orders. I went back into Gabe's room.  "Bad news. You've
got a fever and need some Tylenol," I told him.

	He looked confused and pointed to his mouth, wired shut.

	"Yeah, that's the bad news.  It's not a pill.  It's a suppository."
He looked even more confused.  "It goes up your butt," I explained.  I
swear the poor kid looked like he was gonna cry.

	I took his hand in mine.  "Hey.  It's not that bad.  You got thru
the thermometer, didn't you?  I promise this won't be any worse than that."

	He looked up at me.  "Ree-ee?'

	"Really. In fact.  It might be better."

	"Uh?"

	I just winked.  I closed the door to his room and once again pulled
down his sheet.  This time his balls weren't pulled up so tight against his
body.  I gave them a reassuring pat.  Once again I "forgot" to put on my
gloves.  I peeled the foil overwrap off the Tylenol suppository.  When Gabe
saw how big it was he closed his legs together.

	"NO!" he said through the wire.  "No no no no no no."

	I ignored him.  I put K-Y on the bullet shaped suppository and
brought it to the bed.  "Assume the position, Gabe."

	"No!"

	I grabbed his knee with my right hand and tried to pull it away
from his other leg.  At the same time I inserted my left elbow between his
legs forcing them apart. This meant leaning over him.  I took a whiff of
his boy scent and took a moment to savor it.

	He was a strong little bugger.  I let him fight me for a few
seconds and then I grabbed his balls and squeezed.  That got his attention
and he stopped struggling.  "Look, my man.  You need this medicine.  Now, I
can go get two other guys to come in here to hold you down or tie you down,
while I shove this up your ass, or you can cooperate and it will be over
with before you know it.  But either way it's going to happen.  Now how
would you like to proceed?"

	He glared at me for five seconds and then spread his legs.  I let
go of his nuts.  Somehow I'd managed to hold on to the suppository during
out struggle.  I placed it against his rosebud and pushed it against his
sphincter.  He grunted.

	"You ready?" I said.  He nodded

	All I had to do was just push the suppository in.  But no way was I
stopping with that. I slowly inserted it into his anus accompanied by his
sharp intake of breath.  Once it disappeared inside him I was technically
done but I kept pushing, following the suppository with my finger.

	"Ahh!" he cried out, and still I kept pushing my finger in.  I
twisted my hand, moving it until the palm was now facing upward. "Unh!" he
grunted.  I stopped pushing and just left my finger inside him.

	"You doing okay, Gabe?" I asked.

	"Nhh," he answered.  I don't know if that meant yes or no.  I slid
my finger out a little bit and then pushed it back in, pushed up against
his little prostate.  His dick twitched and shifted position.  I pushed his
magic button again and his dick twitched again.  Once more it snaked across
his pubis.  It was also getting a little thicker.

	"How about now, Gabe?  Still doing okay?"

	"Uh huh," he answered.  That was definitely a yes.

	I slid my finger out halfway and then back in again, making sure I
was still grazing his prostate.  Now his dick was fully hard and sticking
up.  I reached for it with my other hand and ran my finger along the
underside of his cocklet.  He gasped.

	"Have you ever done this to yourself?" I asked, pushing his
prostate again.

	"uh uh."

	"Do you want me to stop?"

	"UH UH!"

	I leaned over and licked the head of his cock.  He moaned.  "Has
anyone ever done that before?"

	"Nooooooooooooooooo."

	I sucked it into my mouth, running my tongue over his dick from
root to head before letting it slip out of my mouth, covered in my spit.
"What about this?  should I stop this?"

	"leeeeze.  On't sop. Leeeeze"

	I sucked his little dick back into my mouth and kept finger fucking
him. I should have known that his first blowjob wouldn't last long He
grabbed my hair and thrust his hips up into my face and growled, his boy
dick spitting watery pecker snot against the roof of my mouth.  I hated to
release him but it was soon too much for him and he pushed me head away
from his crotch.

	I pulled my finger out of his ass.  "You see?  I told you it would
be even better than taking your temp."

	He smiled weakly and nodded his head.  I put the gown back on him,
snapping the shoulder buttons, and pulled the sheet back over him.  Then I
undid my lab coat and pulled down my scrubs, exposing my seven inch hardon.
He gasped again.  "Don't worry, I'm not gonna fuck you. Not today.  But I
gotta nut," I said.  It only took a few strokes before I came.  I grabbed
some tissues from the box on the table by his bed.  Before I could wipe up
the cum that had dribbled onto my hand, Gabe reached over and ran his
fingers over mine, feeling my jiz in wonder.  I guess he'd never seen
mature cum before.

	He wiped his fingers on the sheets while I cleaned up my dick and
wiped up the puddle on the floor.  "Our secret, right?" I said, winking.  I
brought him the tablet and marker I'd promised him and told him how to work
the call bell and went to check on my other patient.

	Twice that night he called me into the room to show me a
handwritten message: "I HAVE ANOTHER FEVER."

	I did take an oath to treat the sick.  What else was I supposed to
do?