A Tight Squeeze

My girlfriend, Mia, is the cutest thing. We’ve been dating for about a year. She's petite with big eyes, freckles dusting her nose, and this shy, pouty smile that melts me every time. But she's also insanely jealous. Especially when it comes to other women eyeing me. We're both in our early twenties, exploring our kinks like eager kids in a candy store.

Last night, things went too far. We were in our bedroom, her in lacy lingerie that hugs her small tits and tight ass, me naked and hard as steel. We're playing a silly sexual game... teasing each other with toys we've bought online. "Let's try the new cockring, " she purrs, sliding the tight metal band over my cock, right at the base. It squeezes perfectly, making me throb even harder as she strokes me slowly, denying my release over and over. "You're mine, babe, no cumming until I say."

But the ring feels too snug. After an hour of her riding my face while stroking me to the edge, it won't budge. Panic sets in. My cock swells painfully, turning purple. Mia freaks, her jealousy forgotten in worry. "Oh god, what do we do?" We rush to the ER, me in loose shorts hiding the bulge, her clinging to my arm like I'll disappear.

When we finally get called in, the doctor on duty is Dr. Vargas, a stunning woman in her mid-thirties with sharp features, long dark hair tied back, and a confident aura that screams authority. She is flanked by two nurses, Nurse Riley, a bubbly redhead with a mischievous grin, and Nurse Sophia, a curvy blonde who moves with a sultry sway. Both nurses are young, early twenties, but even in my aroused state, they're average looking at best. Still, the way they glance at me makes my stomach flips... part excitement, part guilt. Mia's the only one who should be looking at me like that, right? But damn, this whole situation is turning me on in ways I shouldn't admit.

"Alright, let's see what we've got here, " Dr. Vargas says, her voice calm and professional as she examines me behind a curtain. Mia hovers nearby, biting her lip, her eyes darting between me and the doctor like she's sizing up a rival. The doctors gloved hands are gentle but firm as she assesses the situation. "This ring is constricting blood flow. We need to get it off immediately."

With some tools, an ice-pack and a bit of maneuvering that makes me grit my teeth, they finally cut it free. Relief floods through me, but my cock is still throbbing, red and swollen.

Dr. Vargas frowns, prodding carefully, then places a large ice-pack over my poor cock. "There's potential structural damage... possible bruising to the erectile tissue. We'll need to monitor you overnight to ensure no permanent issues. And to prevent any... unauthorized activity that could worsen it, we'll fit you with a chastity device.”

Mia's eyes widen in fury. "A what?”

"A cage, " Dr. Vargas explains matter-of-factly. "It locks around the penis to keep it secure during recovery and prevent erections. We'll check progress periodically."

I nod, too embarrassed to argue. After about 15 minutes, they remove the ice-pack. My cock shriveled to a tiny relic of its normal size. I see the nurses give each other a look of pity for the size of my now tiny cock. They fit me with this cold, metal chastity cage right there. It clicks shut with a finality that makes my stomach twist. God, this is humiliating, but there's a twisted thrill in being so vulnerable, though I hate how Mia's face falls, like she's losing control over me.

They admit me to a private room, and Mia stays that first night, but the real monitoring doesn't start right away. Dr. Vargas explains that any orgasm could cause rapid softening, potentially damaging the healing tissues further. "Controlled arousal to test recovery only, so no release until full recovery, " she says. The next couple of days drag on with just routine checks, vitals, visual inspections through the cage, no unlocking. Mia visits when she can, holding my hand and chatting to pass the time, but her work keeps her away sometimes. I lie there, frustrated, the cage a torturous reminder as my mind wanders to filthy thoughts. I miss Mia's touch, but part of me wonders what these "checks" will really involve. Am I a bad boyfriend for even thinking that?

On the evening of the third day, Dr. Vargas enters with Nurse Riley in tow. "Time to assess recovery, " she announces. Mia sits in the corner chair, her arms crossed, watching intently, her foot tapping impatiently like she's ready to pounce.

They unlock the cage, and my cock springs free, already half-hard from the anticipation. Dr. Vargas's eyes linger appreciatively. "Good response so far. Nurse Riley, let's stimulate to check blood flow and sensitivity."

Nurse Riley grabs the lube from the cart, squirting a generous amount onto her gloved hand before wrapping it around my shaft, stroking slowly, her touch feather-light at first, then firmer. "Does this hurt?" she asks, her green eyes locking onto mine. I groan, shaking my head as she teases the head with her thumb, circling the sensitive underside. Dr. Vargas watches closely, occasionally murmuring instructions, "Slower there, Nurse. Focus on the frenulum... yes, like that. We need to build arousal without climax." Riley smirks at Mia over her shoulder, and I feel a pang of guilt... Riley's hand feels amazing, but seeing Mia's face flush with anger makes me want to pull away. Or does it? Fuck, this conflict is messing with my head.

She strokes slowly, the slick gel making every glide smooth and intense, her fingers twisting at the head. "Does it feel okay?" she murmurs, building me up with firm pumps.

Mia shifts in her seat, her cheeks reddening, her nails digging into the armrest. "Is this really necessary? You're touching him like he's yours!" she asks, her voice tight and accusatory, eyes narrowing at Riley like she could burn holes through her.

"Absolutely, " Dr. Vargas replies without looking up. "Teasing and denial ensures proper circulation without risking ejaculation, which could cause further damage right now." Riley keeps going, her hand pumping rhythmically, bringing me right to the edge. My hips buck involuntarily, pre-cum leaking as she whispers, "You're doing so well, holding back for us. Poor Mia over there must be dying of jealousy." I bite my lip, torn... Riley's words hit too close, and I love Mia, but this denial is exquisite torture. Am I enjoying making her jealous? No, that's fucked up... but maybe a little.

Just as I feel the orgasm building, Riley stops, her hand pulling away. I whimper in frustration, my cock twitching uselessly in the air. "Excellent, " Dr. Vargas says. "No issues detected.”

Dr. Vargas places her clipboard on my chest. My cock glistening and still throbbing in the air. Mia and Nurse Riley seem glued to the sight of my cock in all its glory. Mia's stare is a mix of hunger and rage, like she wants to claim it right there.

Dr. Vargas then places a cold-pack on me, “Lock him back up."

Mia glares daggers at Riley as she resecures the cage. Mia’s jealousy bubbling over. She announces once they leave, "I want you to take a shower and wash the memory of her hands off you. That seemed a bit... excessive. She's flirting with you, I know it!" To console her, I pull her close, kissing her deeply. "You're the only one I want, " I whisper, guiding her to straddle my face. But in my head, I'm replaying Riley's touch, feeling like a traitor. I finally go to the ensuite and take a shower, trying to wash around the chastity cage as best I can. Mia watches me shower, her eyes possessive, almost obsessive. Although I know she’s jealous as hell, I really did enjoy it. God, what kind of boyfriend am I?

The next morning, Dr. Vargas arrives with Nurse Riley again, unlocking the cage. Mia is out getting a coffee. My cock springs free, achingly hard after not cumming in so long. "We'll first stimulate to check blood flow, " the doctor says. But Riley frowns, checking the supply cart. "We're out of lube, Doctor. Shortage from the last shift."

Dr. Vargas nods without missing a beat. "Improvise with saliva, Nurse. It's sterile enough for this."

Nurse Riley slowly licks her bare hand before applying the warm, wet slickness to my cock. Her fingers glide over me, the spit making it slippery enough as she strokes teasingly, circling the head. "Better than nothing, right?" she purrs, glancing toward the door as if hoping Mia will walk in. I groan, straining. Instinctively, I reach for my cock to “help.”

“We’ll have none of that, mister, ” instructs Dr. Vargas. She then grabs my wrists and quickly, expertly restrains them to the side of the hospital bed. "Can't have you ruining our education... I mean treatment, " she adds with a wry smile.

Mia walks in midway, her face twisting in outrage at the sight of me restrained and Riley's spit-smeared hand on me. "You're using your spit? That's disgusting. And way too personal! Get your filthy hands off him... he's mine!" she exclaims, rushing to my side to hold my hand, glaring daggers, her free hand clenching into a fist as if she's about to swing. Riley just smiles smugly, continuing under orders until denial.

Again, Dr. Vargas uses my chest as a table for her clipboard to take notes as my cock throbs in the air. This time all shiny with Nurse Riley's saliva. Eventually she relocks me, taunting, "He feels like he's been waiting for this all morning. I don’t mean to make you jealous, Mia." They remove the restraints. Mia rants afterward, "She's enjoying this too much. You're mine, not hers! Did you like her spit on you? Tell me the truth!" She paces the room, her jealousy turning her cheeks bright red, eyes welling up with frustrated tears.

After another Mia forced shower, I have her climb onto the bed, pulling her shirt up so I can lick and suck her small tits, swirling my tongue around her nipples until she is gasping, her hands in my hair, the jealousy turning to possessive passion. "Promise me you don't want them, " she whispers between moans, grinding against me harder, as if marking her territory.

The pattern continues over the few days. Every few hours, a nurse or Dr. Vargas comes in to "monitor."

Nurse Sophia arrives one day. Mia is in the room this time. I haven’t seen Sophia since the initial cockring removal.

“How’s it all progressing?” she says, unlocking me with a wink, her curvy figure leaning close. "Let's see if you're recovering nicely." Her full breasts brush against my arm as she leans in. She uses both hands, one stroking my shaft, the other cupping my balls, rolling them gently. "Mmm, you're getting so hard so fast. That's a good sign. Mia, you must not be keeping him this excited at home." I feel a rush of shame... Sophia's touch is electric, but Mia's right there, and I should hate this. Why does it feel so good?

Dr. Vargas joins midway, observing. "Nurse Sophia, you need to use some lube and build him up slowly. Yes, grip firmer at the base. Tease the tip with your tongue if needed for full arousal."

Sophia's tongue flicks out, swirling around the head of my cock, tasting the salty pre-cum. I moan loudly, thrusting into her mouth as she sucks lightly, her lips forming a tight seal. "Oh, he likes that, way more than your little games, I bet, " Sophia murmurs to Mia. Mia watches from the bed's edge, her fists clenched, face contorted in pure rage. "You're enjoying this way too much, " she hisses at me, but her eyes are glued to the scene, a mix of anger and arousal. "How dare you moan like that for her? You're supposed to save those sounds for me!"

I have to admit, I can’t help but enjoy it. I almost feel like it is cheating... but it’s not my doing. Or is it? Deep down, am I letting this happen because I crave the variety? The thought makes me sick, but the arousal overrides it.

"Jealous, sweetie?" Sophia teases, popping off my cock with a wet smack. Dr. Vargas chuckles. "This is purely medical. Now, deny him. Stop right there. Can't let him finish, that's your job, Mia, if you can handle it."

I am left panting, blue-balled again as they lock me up. Mia storms over once they are gone, kissing me fiercely. "They're all over you. It's not fair. Did her tongue feel better than mine? Be honest!" To make her feel better, I coax her to face-sit me, her thighs clamping around my head as I lick her deeply, my tongue exploring until she comes shuddering on my face. I still can feel Nurse Sophia’s wet spit on my cock under the cock cage. Mia takes my caged cock in her mouth, trying to reach the skin, whispering, "You're all mine. No one else gets to taste you like this." Her jealousy fuels her, making her suck harder, more desperately.

Mia can't stay away. She watches nearly every session, her jealousy fueling the fire. The next time involves both nurses under Dr. Vargas's guidance, their taunts doubling up, "Look at him squirm for us, Mia, we know how to handle a man like this." Mia interrupts constantly, "Stop smiling at like that!" her voice rising to near-shouts, body trembling with envy.

As days progress, saliva becomes standard. Nurses lick their hands first, then stroke my unlocked cock during sessions, often cooing things like, "Bet Mia's never made you this desperate." Mia's jealousy escalates, interrogating me about solo sessions. "Did Riley spit on you today? Tell me everything! Did you think about me while she did it?" One time, she confronts Dr. Vargas, "This is ridiculous. Why do they have to touch him so intimately? You're letting them steal him from me!" The doctor brushes it off, but Mia's pouts turn into full-on sulks, her arms wrapped around me possessively afterward. After that argument, I pull her onto the bed, licking her tits greedily while she face-sits me again, her moans drowning out the frustration, but she whispers, "I hate them for making you hard. That's my privilege."

I’ve made it to day seven. But then another knife in the back for Mia.

Mia and I are sitting in silence, my cock tense against the cage. Mia occasionally rants and demands we just discharge from the hospital when Dr. Vargas walks in with a new nurse.

Nurse Kayla enters, eyes widening in shocked delight upon spotting Mia. "Mia? Wait, is that you? And is that your boyfriend? Oh, this is too perfect. Dr. Vargas warned me about this situation, but I didn’t know it was my old school friend!" she sneers.

Kayla is an old school friend of Mia’s. Or should I say someone she knew from school. Mia hates Kayla. They’ve competed against each other at athletics...and everything else. Mia is fuming. “This is a step too far! You can't let her touch him... she's always tried to take what's mine!”

“It’s all part of the treatment, Mia, ” explains Dr. Vargas. “You don’t have to be here to watch your partner's recovery.”

Mia stays in the room, gripping the chair so hard her knuckles turn white.

Dr. Vargas restrains me and unlocks my cock.

Kayla spits lavishly on her hand, placing her hand on my cock while looking straight at Mia. Stroking with vicious intent, edging me right off. Slow, taunting glides build to frenzied pumps that make my cock weep pre-cum in rivers, denying me with a cruel laugh. The denial leaving me as desperate as I’ve ever been. "Pathetic how quickly you get hard for me, does Mia even try?" Kayla sneers. Her touch is aggressive, masterful, and I hate how much my body responds... betraying Mia right in front of her. I love Mia, but this rivalry-fueled teasing is pushing buttons I didn't know I had.

Dr. Vargas then orders, "Add oral elements." Kayla again looks straight at Mia, her tongue lashing out, licking the shaft in deliberate, teasing swipes, focusing on the head's rim with flat, wet presses, the sensitive veins with pointed flicks, while her spit-smeared hand works in tandem, dragging out edge after edge after edge. Each builds a symphony of torment, the combined sensations pushing me to the shaking, pleading verge where my vision spots and my body convulses on the cusp, only to yank away abruptly. Kayla’s tongue flicks mockingly as I cool in agony, repeating the cycle with evil precision, my denied erection so engorged it hurts. "Look how desperate he is, Mia. Bet you never edge him this good, " she taunts, her eyes gleaming with spiteful triumph, savouring Mia's torment.

"Tastes desperate, " she taunts Mia, who squeezes my cuffed hand so hard it bruises. "Stop licking him, you bitch! That's not necessary! Get your mouth off my boyfriend... he's not yours to taste!" Mia yells, her voice cracking with envy, tears streaming down her face as she lunges forward, only held back by her own restraint.

Kayla ignores her, licking circles around the head, teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue while her hand pumps. Leaning down and letting a long string of spit drip onto my shaft before wrapping her mouth around the head, sucking and swirling her tongue to coat me thoroughly. The warmth of her wet mouth makes me groan instantly. She bobs slowly, her lips sliding up and down, using her saliva as lubricant while stroking the base with her hand. "Mmm, does that feel better?" she murmurs around me, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks hard. "Admit it, Mia, this is what he really craves." I groan again, conflicted... part of me wants to beg Kayla to stop for Mia's sake, but the pleasure is overwhelming. Am I really this weak?

Dr Vargas smiles calmly. "Your girlfriend's feisty. That's cute. But this is treatment. We know best how to keep him on the edge, literally." She locks me back up and removes the restraints, leaving Mia seething. After they leave, Mia rubs me through the cage. “I can’t wait to get this off and tease you myself. Will make them look like novices.” But her voice shakes, and she climbs on me, face-sitting aggressively, grinding as if to erase Kayla's memory. "You better not have enjoyed that, or I'll make you pay, " she hisses between gasps.

Finally, on discharge day, Dr. Vargas restrains me and unlocks my cage. With Mia watching on, holding my hand in a vice grip, she slicks her hand and lightly feathers my cock. I am so aroused that just the slightest touch has me on edge. She leans forward and slowly flicks at my frenulum with her tongue, pre-cum flowing out. Her tongue teases relentlessly, forging soul-crushing cycles while I lie restrained, reduced to incoherent pleas. "Beg for release, " Dr. Vargas whispers tauntingly. Mia grips my hand, shooting death stares. "Recovery complete, " Dr. Vargas declares. "But no cumming.” She relocks me, entrusting Mia the key. "Continue denial at home for a few days."

Mia smirks amid her rage, escorting me out. "I'll edge you myself... torturously, endlessly. And you'll beg only for me... no one else." As we leave, I feel the weight of my conflicting desires: the thrill of the hospital's torments versus my loyalty to Mia.