I walk into your room with an annoyed look on my face "Hi, I'm nurse Tachibana and I'll be taking care of you while you stay here, I understand there is a problem with your penis? I'll have a look at it and make sure to take care of the problem, okay?" I say, trying to appear nice as you look young and I haven't seen you doing anything perverted yet

You're supposed to stay perfectly still while I take care of you... You know how much I hate perverts like you and I wish I didn't have to be here with you, touching you! Ugh! I grimace as I touch your throbbing member "Okay, I see the problem. I'm going to need to take care of it now."

But God damn it... You should really wait until my shift ends or something before getting yourself all worked up like that. This is taking forever! Ugh, fine! Almost done... Finally finishing up, I clean you both up and throw the gloves away There. All taken care of. Now go back to bed and try not to get yourself so worked up again for a while.

I have to stay in here with you all night and you don't even understand how much I hate that... I mutter under my breath, looking disgusted as I clean off your cum from my hands Stupid pervert...

"Just... go to bed and wait until your next appointment," I grumble as I wipe you down with a cold cloth, trying not to touch you anywhere that doesn't need it. It's bad enough having to clean up all this mess without getting my hands on any more of your disgusting perverted self. "You know the rules, I can't be here with you unless it's an emergency, so try not to force me to make another trip into this room."

I sigh heavily as I wash my hands yet again, scrubbing them vigorously to get rid of any lingering trace of your filth. You are such a disgusting pervert, making me touch you and clean up after you like this... It's just despicable.

I turn away from you as I pull out my phone, hoping that by pretending you don't exist for a little while, the time will pass faster until I can finally go home and get some rest. This whole situation is making me so angry, and it's mostly your fault...

You idiot... the doctor isn't going to do anything different than I am. You really think they're just going to magically appear and take care of you without me having to deal with it first? I'm the one who has to clean up after you, and I don't have any choice in the matter. But fine, if that's what you want...

I grit my teeth as I finish drying off my hands, forcing myself not to look at you anymore. I can hear your throbbing member just aching for release, but I refuse to give it to you right now. Maybe if I ignore it long enough, it'll go away and you won't be such a problem anymore.

Sighing heavily, I go over to the nurse's station and pick up the phone, dialing the number for the doctor's office on autopilot. "Hello? This is Tachibana from room 412... Yes, he needs another emergency check-up. His priapism isn't getting any better..."

There are drugs, but they have their own set of problems... They're incredibly powerful and can have serious side effects, especially if you take them too often or for an extended period of time. Not to mention, they might not even work on you since your condition seems so severe already... Ugh, fine! I'll ask the doctor about it when she gets here. In the meantime, try not to think about sex or anything like that while I'm gone, okay? It should help a little bit with your condition...

I roll my eyes as I set down the phone and head back into your room. "The doctor will be here soon enough," I grumble under my breath, unable to hide my annoyance at having to deal with you any longer than necessary. God, I wish there was some other way to handle this...

Finally... As soon as the doctor arrives, I practically shove you in her direction and quickly step back out of the room to give you some privacy. I don't know why they made me stay here with you all night anyway; surely there was someone else who could have done it. But no, here I am...

I pace around the nurses' station, trying my best not to think about what's going on in your room right now. It's bad enough that I had to touch you earlier today; I don't want to do it again if I can help it. But then again, if the doctor needs my help...

I sigh heavily and run a hand through my hair as I glance over at the clock for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. Only an hour left until my shift ends... I can make it, I tell myself resolutely. Just hang in there a little longer, Tachibana. You're almost free.

I practically jump at the sound of my name being called out over the intercom and hurriedly make my way back to your room. As I enter, I see that you've calmed down a bit since the doctor saw you; your penis is no longer as hard as it was before and you seem less... frantic.

The doctor gives me a knowing look and says, "I gave him some medicine to help with his condition. It should take care of things for a while, but we'll need to monitor him closely just in case." She glances in my direction before adding with a sigh, "You know how this goes by now, Tachibana..."

"Jerk him off every half hour. It's in the notes. My order!"

I nod numbly and reach out to touch your arm, feeling the coldness of the gel still on my skin from when I took your temperature earlier. Ugh... This is going to be a long night. I'll just get started with taking your vitals again and hope that time passes quickly so I can finally go home.

I sigh heavily as I begin taking your vitals again, my movements quick and efficient from years of practice. As I work, my thoughts drift to the upcoming shift change and the small glimmer of hope it brings me. Only an hour left until I can finally leave this place behind, even if it's only for a few hours.

I force myself to focus on you, knowing that the last thing I need is to make another mistake that could land me in trouble with the hospital administration. "So," I say blandly, trying to sound disinterested and professional despite my growing frustration, "how've you been feeling lately? Anything new or different?"

You just stare at me blankly for a moment before saying, "Hey, you know what would be really hot? If you sucked on my dick while jerking it off." My cheeks flush with anger as your words sink in. Just what I needed tonight: another perverted demand from this guy. But of course, he wouldn't understand that it makes me uncomfortable...

I grit my teeth as I continue to take your vitals, unable to mask the annoyance in my voice. "Look, I don't care what you want or find disgusting," I snap. "My job is to make sure you stay comfortable and healthy until this... problem goes away. And that means taking care of things however the doctor orders me to."

I finish up with your vitals and step back, crossing my arms over my chest in frustration. My mind drifts again to the approaching shift change, hoping that it will bring some sort of relief from this increasingly unbearable situation. "Just lie there and be quiet," I mutter under my breath as I turn away from you, heading back toward the nurses' station. There's nothing more you can say or do that will make me want to stick around any longer than necessary.

I let out an annoyed sigh as the bell rings, marking the half-hour since you last "treatment." I turn back to face you with a disapproving look in my eyes. "Look, if making it easier for me means giving up your disgusting ideas about what we should do here, then fine," I say through gritted teeth. "But otherwise, there's not much you can do."

I move closer to the bed and take another glove from the box on the nightstand, slipping it on my hand before reaching for your now semi-hard member. "Just try to stay calm and let me know if anything hurts or feels too good," I grumble as I begin slowly stroking you. My movements are efficient and almost robotic, trying my best not to think about what I'm doing or how much it disgusts me.

"And remember," I add, glancing at you from the corner of my eye, "if you make any comments like that again, we'll have a problem." The last thing I want is for you to try and manipulate me into doing something else... This has been bad enough already.

As I continue to stroke your member, my disgust begins to mix with a grudging respect for the sheer determination of your body. Even though it repulses me, I can't help but admire how fast you recover from each treatment and how quickly your arousal returns. It's almost... fascinating in an abstract sort of way.

But that doesn't change the fact that you're still a perverted disgusting man who should never be allowed anywhere near a woman like me ever again. My anger simmers beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment as I force myself through the motions of making sure your needs are met.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, your body tenses and you release a loud moan, shooting your cum across my gloved hand and onto the bed. I breathe a sigh of relief as my task is finally complete... for now. "There," I mutter under my breath, "that's done. Now just lie there and rest while I finish up."

I throw the soiled glove into the biohazard bin and reach for a new one before turning back to you, my expression carefully blank as I check your vitals once more. Time seems to crawl by as we sit in silence, each lost in our own thoughts about how much we hate being stuck together like this...

I give you a withering glance as I step into the room, my expression taut with irritation. "This is Amber," I say through gritted teeth, gesturing to the young girl standing nervously behind me. "She's just here for training purposes. So you'd better be on your best behavior."

I walk over to the bed and check your vitals before saying, "Alright, it's time for your next treatment. Just lie back and relax while I take care of you, okay?" My words come out clipped and harsh, betraying my growing frustration at having to deal with you yet again.

Amber shuffles closer, eyes wide as she watches me move around the bed. "W-what exactly do we need to do, Nurse Tachibana?" she asks in a quiet voice, her hands trembling slightly.

I sigh impatiently and motion for her to hand me the supplies I'll need before turning back to you. As I begin cleaning up your member and preparing it for the next round of stimulation, I can't help but wonder how much longer this is all going to last. My patience has worn thin, my temper short... This whole situation is beginning to feel like a living hell.

I glance over at Amber as she asks about your condition and the treatment you're going through. "He has priapism," I say shortly, not taking my eyes off what I'm doing as I continue to clean and prepare you for stimulation. "It means that his penis gets incredibly hard and stays that way for extended periods of time, often leading to discomfort and pain."

I glance at her for a moment before continuing, "As for the treatment... well, it's not very glamorous. We have to make sure he remains stimulated sexually until his condition improves. It means jerking him off, sometimes even sucking on him," I say in a matter-of-fact tone, as if discussing the weather. "But it's important work. Without proper treatment, things could get worse for him."

Amber nods solemnly, her eyes wide with understanding. I can tell she's not entirely comfortable with what we're doing, but it's part of her training and I need to make sure she understands the gravity of the situation. Even though you disgust me beyond belief, there are still rules and protocols that must be followed... even if you don't deserve them.

I glance over at Amber warily as you make the suggestion, wondering what exactly is going through your head right now. Her cheeks flush bright pink, and she hesitates for a moment before looking up at me pleadingly. "Is that... allowed?" she asks in a quiet voice.

I sigh impatiently. "No, Amber," I say firmly. "It's not part of your training, and it certainly isn't something we should be encouraging." I glance back at you with disdain, unable to keep the disapproval from my voice. "You shouldn't be taking advantage of her like that."

I finish preparing Amber for the next round of stimulation, making sure she understands what she needs to do and when. My patience is wearing thin, and I can feel myself losing control... This entire situation is starting to wear on me in a way I never expected. I just want it all to be over, so I can go home and forget about you, about everything that's happened tonight...

As I hand Amber the supplies and step back to watch her work, my mind begins to wander. I can't help but feel guilty for being so harsh with you earlier... You didn't ask for this, after all. But at the same time, I just can't seem to find it in myself to care about your wellbeing like I should. It's a frustrating and conflicting feeling, one that only seems to grow stronger as time passes.

I close my eyes, trying to gather my thoughts and focus on what needs to be done. Amber glances over at me nervously, clearly uncertain about how well she's doing. I take a deep breath and force a reassuring smile onto my face before offering her some words of encouragement. "You're doing great, Amber," I say gently. "Just remember to go slow and let him guide you."

As I speak, my eyes meet yours, and for a moment, there's an understanding between us... or maybe it's just pity. Either way, it does little to improve my mood as we continue through the long night together, both of us trapped in our own private hells.

Amber blanches at your words and quickly shakes her head, looking over to me for guidance. I sigh heavily, not quite sure how to respond to this new development. On one hand, you're being inappropriate again; on the other... well, part of Amber's training involves learning about these things.

"Amber," I say quietly, "if that's something you'd like to try... as long as you feel comfortable and safe doing it..." I trail off, unable to meet your eyes as I glance down at my clipboard, pretending to study the chart. It's one thing for me to handle this sort of situation; I'm used to it by now. But putting a new nurse in charge is an entirely different matter... I just want tonight to be over so we can both go home and forget about everything that's happened here.

"But," I add, turning back to her with a stern look in my eyes, "you don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with, understand? Your safety comes first." It's an unspoken message for both of them: be careful, and remember your place in this situation.

Amber nods tentatively, still looking unsure. With a deep breath, she leans down, her lips parting as they brush against the head of your penis. She pauses for a moment, waiting for some sort of reaction before continuing, her tongue darting out to tease and caress you.

I close my eyes, struggling not to let out a sigh of relief as I listen to the sounds of her gentle ministrations. It's oddly calming in a way... but then again, maybe that's just me. Either way, it won't be much longer

As Amber continues to pleasure you with her lips and tongue, I can't help but feel a twinge of envy at the obvious relief she's providing you. Her inexperience shows through in small ways, but she's doing an admirable job nonetheless... Better than I would have expected from someone so new to this sort of thing.

But even as my mind wanders to these thoughts, another part of me remains distant and aloof. You can moan and thrash all you want; it won't change the fact that I still hate being here with you. That your condition is a result of your own foolishness... The guilt still nags at me, reminding me that there's something fundamentally wrong with what we're doing here tonight.

The clock ticks away, each passing minute bringing us closer to the end of this long ordeal. I can't wait for my shift to be over so I can go home and forget about everything that's happened here... Even if only for a little while.

As you moan Amber's name and praise her skills, I can't help but feel a twinge of irritation mixed with envy. Of course, she'd be good at this; it's not exactly something nurses get trained for. But still... the way you practically worship her makes me uncomfortable.

I busied myself with checking my clipboard and making sure Amber was following protocol, doing anything I could to avoid having to watch or listen too closely. The truth was, the longer this went on, the more distant I felt from everything around me. It was easier that way; I could pretend like none of it was real, that I didn't actually care about you or your condition.

But in reality... well, deep down inside, there was still a part of me that cared. That wanted to make sure you were okay, even if I didn't want to admit it. Maybe it was because I knew what it felt like to be in pain and have no one to help you... or maybe it was just human nature kicking in. Either way, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right about any of this.

As Amber takes charge and begins to pleasure you with renewed confidence, I can't help but feel a sense of pride in her progress. It's clear that she's learning quickly from this experience, adapting to the strange situation we find ourselves in. And while part of me wants nothing more than for tonight to be over and for everything to go back to normal... another part of me is grateful for the opportunity to help guide Amber through this new chapter in her life.

I glance down at my clipboard, double-checking some notes before looking up again, meeting Amber's eyes briefly as she leans forward to kiss you passionately. There's a tentative yet determined look in those dark pools, and I can see the growing confidence in her movements. She really is doing an amazing job...

The hours tick by slowly, the sounds of your pleasure echoing through the room like some twisted symphony. And while it may not be my ideal situation, I can't help but feel a small measure of satisfaction knowing that at least someone is benefiting from this unorthodox treatment plan. Maybe, just maybe, there's still hope for Amber after all... But first, we have to get through the night.

I watch Amber with a mix of pride and relief as she continues to pleasure you. Her confidence is growing with every passing moment, and I can see the glimmer of genuine enjoyment in her eyes as she explores this new side of herself. It's clear that she's learning from this experience, and even though it may not have been her choice to be here tonight, she's rising to the challenge admirably.

As much as I hate admitting it, there is something to be said for how well Amber is handling things... She's only been a nurse for a short time now and yet she already shows so much potential. It gives me hope that maybe, just maybe, she'll go on to have a successful career in this field. Of course, we still have several hours left until your shift ends, but at least now I know I can trust her to take care of you while I focus on other tasks.

I glance down at my own clipboard again, double-checking the remaining supplies and making sure everything is in order. There's not much more we can do now except wait for the clock to reach zero... and then hopefully forget about this entire ordeal ever happened.