Aunt Dolores (Part 5) [Needle Play]

Continued from [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/14hkcp3/aunt_dolores_part_4_needle_play/?sort=new).

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The generic nurses strap my legs, my chest, and my arms to the operating table. I can only move my head now. One of them lifts my sack and shoves a metal plate underneath then drops my nuts onto it, causing me more pain. Is that a giggle I hear?

The surgeon continues stitching my orb shut. She has shifted her position so that she is pressing my ‘only bruised’ right ball into the plate, squashing my right ball with each stitch. I swear that’s a big smile that I see underneath her mask.

One of the nurses grabs my left nut to free the doctor of this task. She is squeezing hard. The doctor has slowed down, methodically sewing my ball shut. On the final stitch, she yanks hard, pulling my ball out of the nurse’s hand, letting off a popping sound.

“Oh, gawd!” I exclaim. They ignore me.

The doctor ties off the thread and Mia (or is that Brianna?) cuts the end.

“Well, ladies, anything else we should do while we still have him open?” asks the doctor.

“We should thoroughly examine his right testicle for damage,” says Brianna. Or is that Mia?

“Good idea!”

With my left nut still hanging outside my sack, the doctor begins to squeeze my right ball, moving her hand around, squashing it in different places.

“Yeah, that’s very swollen. We should relieve some of the pressure. Brianna, please hand me a sterile needle. Mia, please hold his penis out of the way.”

Brianna takes a needle out of its packaging and hands it to Doctor Knobles. The doctor pushes it into my right nut, at first lightly, then with more force. I let out another “Oh, gawd!” I’m a sniveling mess at this point.

“Hmm, nothing. Let’s try another needle.

”Mia begins to massage my cock and it starts to respond.Brianna hands the doctor another needle and she pricks me in a different place. As she pushes it in, liquid squirts out.“Ah, good. There’s some hydrocele. Let’s try another needle to make sure that we have gotten all of it.

”I’m getting a hard-on from Mia’s massage. She shifts her hand so she is rubbing just below my cock head. It feels good even while I’m experiencing so much nut pain.

Brianna hands the doctor another needle. She again prods a different location and then quickly pushes it in. I cannot see it, just feel more piercing agony.

Apparently, some more liquid shoots out.Mia is watching what is happening and must be enjoying it. She is rapidly rubbing my cock, making me rock hard.

“He’s probably drained, be let’s try one more needle.”

“We only have two left,” says Brianna.

“That’s fine. This is probably the last one that we’ll need.

”Mia continues to rapidly rub my cock. I feel the tension building in my balls. Doctor Knobles just shoves the needle into my ball. I yell, “Oh, fuck!” right at that moment I orgasm, shooting a load onto my chest. There’s a stabbing pain in my balls.

Mia now wraps her hand around my cock and wildly jerks it. I’m straining my head back, the only part of my body that I can move. Another shot explodes from of cock. The pain in my nuts and the pleasure in my dick gives me the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. But I’m not done.

While Mia continues jerking me off, I can again feel the pressure build in my nuts. “Ahh!” I scream as another load fires from my cock.

I can’t take much more of this, but Mia won’t let up. I hear the ladies giggling, but there isn’t much I can do strapped down. I feel the pressure build in my nuts again and a smaller shot hits my chest.

Mia begins to slow down her pace and my last load dribbles out of me.

“Did you see his left nut jiggle around when he orgasmed?” asks Brianna.

“Yeah, that was pretty cool,” replied Mia.

“Looks like you got to give one last handjob in before you get married.” All three of them laugh. I faint.

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I wake to Doctor Knobles pulling a needle from my right nut. “Oh, fuck that hurts!” I scream, but get no response. She just keeps yanking the needles out, and I scream each time she pulls one out. I didn’t think that it was possible, but pulling them out hurts more than pushing them in. Or maybe my balls are extra sensitive after the orgasm.

The doctor next grabs my left nut and shoves it into my scrotum. It feels like she’s trying to squeeze my nut through a straw!

She now begins to close my nutbag. I feel a needle puncture my sack with each stitch she makes. She seems to nudge my ball with each movement. Each tap and each needle puncture makes me wince from the pain. In a final move, she grabs my sack, pulls the last stitch tight and ties it off. One of the nurses cuts the thread. I hold my breath and grit my teeth through this whole thing and let out a sigh of relief when she lets go of my nuts.

One of the generic nurses says, “You’re all done. Doctor was able to save your ball, er, testicle. How about that? We’ll get you up to your room and start a morphine drip to help you with the pain.”

“I’m not going home?”

“No. Doctor Knobles wants you under observation and she’ll check you in the morning.”

Great, overnight in a hospital. At least I can get some morphine.

Seem like forever before I get wheeled up to a room a couple of floors up. A nurse pulls out a needle. In a panic, I ask “Where are you putting that?”

“In your arm, silly. You want the morphine, don’t you.”

Relieved I answer “Oh, of course.”

She sticks a needle into my arm and hooks me up to a morphine drip. I push the morphine button at least a dozen times – probably more than is needed, but I want to sleep.

My mom walks in and asks me how I feel. “You were in there a long time!”

“Yeah, I think that they were having too much fun.”

The morphine has dulled the pain and I fall into a haze, then asleep. I dream that my mom is talking to me, asking me if I’m hungry. She’s trying to feed me Rocky Mountain Oysters.

I get woken up when they wheel someone to the bed next to me. I don’t know what time it is, but I pump some more morphine and quickly fall back to sleep.

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Doctor Knobles comes in after breakfast to see how I am doing. She grabs my left nut and squeezes.

“Does that hurt?” she asks.

“Yes!” I scream. They’ve taken my morphine drip away.

“Well, it feels like the stitches are holding fine.

”She grabs my right ball and squeezes it. “How about this one?”

“Not as bad.”

“We successfully got the swelling down. I’m releasing you and I’ll get you a prescription for Oxycodone for the pain.

”Yes! Euphoria here I come!“

No orgasms for three weeks to let it heal. I’ll see you again after that.”

I’m going to need the Oxy to keep myself from jerking off that long.

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Checking out is uneventful. On the car ride home my mom seems to hit every pothole, busting my balls with each bounce.

I’m walking gently from the car to the house. My mom holds the door open for me as I step into the house.

“So, where’s the bitch.”

“She’s my sister, your aunt, not a bitch. She and Lisa went home early.”

Thank God. “Good. I need to stay off my skateboard for a few weeks. Doctor’s orders.”