Hello, Nurse?

Warning: Contains extreme themes:
Underage, surgery, castration, ballbusting, humiliation, casual nudity

Eric’s knee bounced as he pondered his test question, his hoof almost, but not quite clopping repeatedly on the linoleum floor. He was still lost in thought when an abrupt, loud rapping on his desk brought a short bleat from his mouth, ripped him out of his trance, and pulled his gaze up into the stern visage of Ms. Jacobson, his third grade teacher.
“Mister Rice,” she started in her professional, detached voice, “will you PLEASE stop that incessant tapping?” The teacher slapped his bare knee with her ruler once, and continued. “You are distracting your classmates.”
Eric rubbed his now stinging knee, listening to a murmur of agreement rise up from the students around him, and he hung his head a little, feeling ashamed of his lack of self control. The teacher crossed her arms under her breasts, supporting them as she straightened her back in order to glower all the more effectively. He couldn’t help but stare at them, his eyes drawn magnetically to her large pink nipples centered in her large, graying mounds, and he began to squirm uncomfortably in his seat. He’d been taking more and more interest in such things lately, though when confronting his friends, they all said he was crazy.
“And furthermore,” the feline continued, flicking a gray strand of hair back over her shoulder, which hid among her other, redder llocks, “you only have five minutes left to complete this exam, and and entire three pages left to go.” She leaned down again, thoughtlessly putting her breasts in front of the boy’s eyes and continuing in a quiet tone. “We’ll have to keep you after school to finish up.”
Eric’s wasn’t listening to any of it, only able to stare at those mature breasts, still firm despite the speckle of gray appearing in their feline owner’s tawny coat. He swallowed nervously, feeling something strange between his legs, something that felt good, but also painful. He reached down experimentally and brushed his fingers across something rock hard. He gasped, grasped the appendage, then yanked his hand away before glancing back up at his teacher.
“M-miss Jacobson,” he whispered, “my penis is really hard for some reason!”
The feline quirked an eyebrow before standing up straight, still supporting her breasts with her crossed arms. “Stand up and show me, Mister Rice.”
At the command, Eric shyly slid out of his seat and stood, his hands balled up into fists at his side. Every eye in the classroom, including his own, was staring, transfixed at his pecker, which was swollen and pounding with his heartbeat. Eric started to hyperventilate.
“Calm down,” the teacher said, kneeling down to inspect the boy’s erection. “It’s just an erection, nothing to worry about.” Her arms uncrossed and her hands gently caressed the boner, mewling while her attention caused waves of pleasure to roll up the boy’s spine. She watched his breathing slow as he grew to enjoy the attention. “It’s not dangerous,” she added after a moment, “but it is going to be a problem.” With that, Miss Jacobson stood up and fetched the hall pass, giving it to Eric. “I want you to go straight to the nurse’s office, and come back after lunch period is over.”
Eric reached down to touch his erection as he took the hall pass with his other paw, an action for which he was rewarded with a particularly loud slap on his paw by the same ruler Miss Jacobson used to slap his desk before.
“No touching,” Miss Jacobson said, in a soft singsong voice, her ruler gently resting atop the tip of his pointed pecker for a moment before drawing back, a string of clear fluid connecting the wood to his dick for a moment before it snapped. “Tut tut, it looks like it’s leaking.” She then rapped the ruler on his bare bottom, wiping the bead of precum off on his bare fur, and drawing another short bleat from the goat boy. “Scamper off now, we’ll have a make up day scheduled for you.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” He said, his paws returning to attention at his sides, and he briskly left the room, trying to ignore whispers and giggles coming from his classmates behind him.

Eric lived, and attended third grade, in one of the largest nudist colonies in the world. One whose success was due in large part to the county’s strict breeding policy. To cut down on sex crimes, a small number of males were given breeding licenses from the date of their birth, and the vast majority of other males were neutered. This is all, of course, beyond the mind and concerns of elementary school students, except for the one-to-two percent of the male student body who remained fully intact. Of course, the faculty knows exactly who is meant to remain whole, so they can properly educate these males as they come of age.

Eric isn’t on the list.

Not that he was aware of any of these facts, as he made his way down the hall, his hooves clopping as his firm, pounding dick swung left and right, bouncing along on the way to the school nurse. That was, until he head a whistle being blown behind him, and he covered his erection instinctively, spinning around around as a female voice called out, “Student in the hall!”
Carol, an alabaster-white feline and two grades higher than Eric, and one of a few people whom Eric might, if the term was stretched loose enough, call a friend, padded over to him after rounding the corner and inspected the hall pass hanging from his wrist. “Alright, Eric,” she says, huffing in annoyance, “what are you hiding?”
Eric simply bowed his head and shook it slowly, his eyes flitting up and down over Carol’s youthful body, taking in those budding young breasts, the pert little dark nipples, the way her tail swayed from side to side. It sent him reeling in desire, and he felt his erection swelling even more behind his paws. Carol reached out and rested her paw atop his head, and stroking his hair gently after he reflexively flinched.
“Come on,” she said in a softer tone, punctuating the short order with a gentle mew, and a swish of her tail. “You know you gotta show me. I don’t wanna have to get you in trouble.” 
Eric bowed his head further and lets his arms drop to his sides again, revealing his throbbing boner, kicking his hoof at the ground and turning his head to the side as Carol let out a gasp, her tail raising right up to point at the ceiling. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he whispered to her, under his breath. “I’m going to see the nurse.”
Carol’s arms wrapped around Eric’s body, the taller feline girl pulling him into a hug, her chest vibrating as she purred into his hair, one of her paws pressing his face in between her breasts. His penis came to rest between her thighs, which felt really good, and he started to move his hips forward and back a little while breathing in her scent. She smelled nice today.
“Eric,” she whispered, her purr turning into a trill before dying abruptly, “that’s really awful. I’m sorry you’re having to deal with this, but I know that Nurse Nina will be able to fix you right up, okay?” She let her arms slip down from his back and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, giving it a gentle tug. Eric let out a yelp as his heart pounded harder in his chest. “Yeah, that definitely needs to get taken care of.” She stood up and wrapped her paw around Eric’s, and the goat squeezed her fingers, keeping his other paw clenched into a fist and held stiffly at his side as he was escorted to the nurse’s office, two turns to the right and one to the left, huffing as his cock bounced and swung the entire way there.

“Come in,” the gray mouse called as the door to her office received a polite three-knock salute. She pulled her legs down from the desk and straightened her stethoscope so that it balanced neatly on either side, hanging down over her shoulders. It was a bit of a cliche, but she liked having something that identified her as the school nurse, if she couldn’t wear a nurse’s outfit.
The door swung open and little Eric Rice strode into the medical room, flanked by the hall monitor, who stood with her hands resting on the shorter student’s shoulders. “I’m sure you can see the problem, Nurse Nina,” said the student, whose name was either Carol or Karen. Nina could never quite remember. She glanced over the blushing goat boy and her eyes locked right onto his pulsing erection, and she smiled. “Ah. Yes, of course, I’ll take it from here.” The mouse stood up and approached her patient, then she cupped his cheek with her hand while she knelt down, placing her breasts only inches from his face. “You may return to your duties.”
Carol gave Eric a little ruffle between the ears as the lunch bell rang, feeling him jump at the sudden sound and emitting another short bleat, and the hallway began to fill with nude cubs, all making their way to the cafeteria. “Actually, I’m going to grab lunch,” the feline replied. “I’ll check back in about an hour?”
The nurse shrugged. “In all honesty, we’ll probably be done well before then.” Carol nodded and stepped back out into the hallway and merged into the throngs of other hungry students.
“Now, then,” Nina said, turning to face Eric, “has this ever happened before?”
Eric shook his head as his hands rested below his belly button, close to, but not touching, his hard penis. “No, ma’am. Why is it happening?”
The mouse moved his paws to his sides, keeping them away from his dick. “No touching, hon,” she said, in a scolding tone, before following up with, “and please, call me Nina. None of that ma’am, stuff, I’m not that old yet. How old are you?”
“Eight.” Eric was shifting his weight from hoof to hoof, the poor boy obviously in agony, unable to understand anything about what was happening to him.
“Eric,” Nina said, her voice low and soft and comforting, “there’s something that I need to do to you in order to see if we can fix this today, but it might really hurt. Is that alright?”
Eric chewed his lip, weighing his options, before nodding silently. “I want you to fix it, please.”
Nina barely managed to stifle a giggle at the goat boy’s choice of words, and she stood up, took a step back, and visualized the kick. “Alright, Eric, I need you to spread your feet apart for me, okay?”
Eric behaved, his feet sliding apart on the floor.
Nina reeled her foot back, and then drove it forward into the boy’s undescended nuts as hard as physics would allow, her arms raising and then slinging downward to allow her to pivot and put as much force into it as she could.
Eric immediately screamed at the top of his lungs and dropped like a bag of stones, his paws covering his bruised nuts. His dick gave an anxious throb against his wrists and retreated for safer places. He may have been trying to form words, but no words that made any sense. His sounds, though, conveyed quite effectively what his thoughts were: Pain. Pain unlike anything he’d been familiar with to his living memory. Pain so complete that his body was barely under conscious control.
Nina, meanwhile, didn’t waste any time as she kicked his paws out of the way. “No touching,” she grunted, while reaching over and picking up some harness equipment. She knelt down and clicked a collar round his neck, cuffs onto his wrists, and then strung a chain between his cuffs and the collar to keep his pesky paws out of the way of his treatment. She checked them afterwards, stood up, and rested her foot between his legs. “That’ll keep your paws safe, hon,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone before she took a couple of practice steps onto his balls.
Eric buried his face in his paws and sobbed into them, tears running down from his eyes, bleating and heaving in pain. “S-stah..!” he finally cried, his lip trembling too hard for him to finish the word.
Nina could easily tell that the boy was suffering in total agony, and so she redoubled her efforts to get this over with quickly. She began to stomp, over and over again, tenderizing the flesh and driving his poor nuts up into his body.
Eric strained against his restraints, yowling and sobbing, feeling pain like nothing he’d ever felt before as the nurse kicked and stomped at his crotch, sending tsunamis of pain up his spine, writhing as those waves crashed over his body. It only took a few more screams before his vocal cords blew out and his screams became gasping, hiccuping, hoarse whispers muffled by his paws.
The nurse was unrelenting in her torture, hopping to the side and giving her leg a rest by kicking with her other leg, swinging it back, behind her butt, and letting gravity, and her thigh muscle, swing it forward, knocking Eric towards the entrance to the medical facility a few inches at a time. She didn’t stop until she felt her leg getting uncomfortably sore, along with her toes, before she switched back to her dominant leg and really started to punt the little boy’s berries.
Eric choked on his tongue and foamed at the mouth, his mind trying to escape the pure agony rolling up his body from between his legs. His eyes bloodshot, his cheeks soaked with tears, all he could do was submit to the punting and the stomping. It felt like hours had passed before his testes were finally knocked loose by the battering, the tenderized meatballs hanging limply in his tiny little sack, though it was really only about ten minutes.
Nina felt them under her toes and she gently rolled them back and forth under her foot, squishing them while humming thoughtfully. “Yep, I thought so. God,” she whispered to herself, “what kind of parents would do that to their little boy?”

Eric was dimly aware of his body being lifted and set down on a table. He was seeing stars and his ears were ringing loudly and could barely think through the haze of pain. His breath kept catching as he wept silently and he could barely move his arms or legs or head because of just how much pain his body was in. He was more aware of the throbbing in his crotch than anything else, so it took him a while to realize that his collar, knees, and ankles were being fastened into nylon and velcro straps to hold him in place. Slowly, his senses returned, and he finally realized his predicament. He began to whine and struggle.

Nina, meanwhile, was assembling a tray of equipment, laying out a scalpel, scissors, electrosurgical forceps, iodine, tape, liquid bandage, and some ice.
“You doing okay, kiddo?” she asked her patient, who only responded with a weak “uh” sound. “Sorry about that. I did tell you it would hurt.” She sat down and brought the rolling table supporting the tray of tools over to the goat, picked up an electric shaver from it, and clicked it on. “So, your penis is getting hard because your parents never neutered you when you were a baby.” She began to shave the hair off of his sack, slowly and carefully revealing the bruised black and purple skin behind the white fluffy fur. “All your classmates have already had their balls taken out, but for some reason you still have yours.” She took a moment in the middle of explaining to close her hand around the shorn sack and give it a firm squeeze, kneading the balls, eliciting new wails of agony from her patient as she rubbed them together like marbles in a bag. “We just need to take care of that little detail today and you’ll be out of here with time left to grab lunch, and you’ll never have to worry about erections again. Won’t that be nice?”
“Mmmom ‘n dad,” Eric grunted, nearly blind, now, his body writhing in spite of his restraints, “they said my balls ‘re supposed to be for breeding, or something.”
Nina gently felt the shaved ballsack for loose stubble and then pulled on a pair of latex-free gloves. “I’m sure they did what they thought was best, sweetie, but these just have got to go.” She dipped cotton in some iodine, staining it a deep, dark yellow. “Now, this is going to hurt again.” She tsk’d as Eric flinched again and started to whine, and she gently stroked her forearm up and down his thighs to soothe him. “Now now, don’t worry,” she said again, in her sing-song voice which she hoped would likewise also calm him down a bit. “You’re tied up so you can’t hurt yourself while I cut into you.”
This did nothing to comfort the goat. Eric whined again and managed to choke out a weak “no-o-o.”
Ignoring the boy’s protests, after all she does know what’s best, she cupped his shaved sack and began to blot iodine onto his skin. Eric let out a yelp of fear as the cold liquid was painted over his bare skin, but relaxed again, until she pressed the tip of the scalpel into the underside of his berry bag.
Eric squirmed against his bonds, but he found that his knees were bound in place so tightly that he could only move his hips an inch to the left or right. Whines of protest spilled out of his throat, ones he couldn’t have stifled even if he tried. Between them, he did manage to choke out the word “huuuurts,” though he didn’t think it would do him much good.
The mouse tsk’d as she made the second incision more quickly on the left than the first, able to gauge the depth of her cut knowing now how deep she needed to cut on the right side. With a little squeeze, she popped the goat’s bruised, battered little cherries out of their bag and curled a gloved hand around them, keeping the cords held firmly between her middle finger and the two fingers on either side of it. “Almost done, sweetie. Just try and relax, and this’ll be over a lot faster.”
Eric kept quivering, but he did stop consciously trying to fight it. He was a good kid.
“Good bo-o-y,” Nina sang under her breath, “that’s my good bra-a-ave boy.” Her practiced hands worked quickly at this point, her right hand crossing over the left one holding the boy’s battered balls and lifting the electric forceps. She closed the tongs around the cords and slid it up over them until it pushed against his sack, and she pressed a button. Immediately, steam began to billow out as the cords sizzled between the metal teeth, eliciting another yowl of pain from the tortured goat as the wound-to-be was pre-cauterized. “Good boy, aaalmost done,” she whisper-sang again to the suffering goat. After counting to five under her breath, she returned the forceps to the tray and grabbed the scissors, and with a one-two snipper-snip, the balls came to rest gently in her palm.
Eric let out a huff of relief as the source of his throbbing pain abruptly vanished, though he was still very sore between his thighs.
Nina deposited the severed testicles in a small aluminum tray before fixing the emptied sack so that it looked normal, except for the two oozing holes, which she pinched together while applying a little bit of liquid bandaid to them, and then a hospital-strength bit of tape to hold everything in place for the next few days.
“There,” she says, a sigh of relief escaping her lips thanks to the successful surgery. “All done, no more pain.” She wheeled the tray of bloodied tools away from her and her patient before unstrapping the quivering, squirming goat boy. “All better, no more hard penises for you again.” She carefully unclasped his cuffs, and then his collar, and his arms wrapped around her as she lifted him up and stood him up on his feet, then pressed the ice pack under his sheath in one motion. “You hold that there until the ice melts all the way, okay, Eric?”
The goat quivered and nodded, his eyes unfocused, and he was making a sound like he was choking on his tongue.
Nina held the door open for him and Eric hobbled out of the office, swaying side to side as he turned right, making his way to the lunch room, presumably to try and grab food before the end of the meal period. His clops were erratic and lacked any sort of rhythm. “Another satisfied patient,” she mused to herself, before sitting back down and finishing her own meal.

Epilogue

Nina grumbled into her phone at that very time the next day. “No, Miss Rice, you need to submit your paperwork BEFORE the start of EVERY school year-- yes, I know how to do my job, thank you very much. No, it isn’t in our system. Fax confirmation? We don’t have a fax machine here, ma’am-- That’s not even the same area code! Alright, listen, if you can’t remain calm and professional, I’m going to hang up this phone. Fine then, you have a good day, Miss Rice.” The mouse slammed the receiver down onto the cradle and reclined in her chair, staring up at the ceiling. Ugh. Parents. She was about to take a bite of her lunch when a rapping came from her office door.
“Come in?” she called out, and the door swung open to reveal Carol, her hands resting gently atop Ben, a dark gray wolf boy’s shoulders. He was shivering and whimpering in fear as his hard little dick throbbed between his legs.
“Got another one for ya, Miss Nina.”
The mouse smiled as she set down the cooked goat testicle with fried rice. Maybe today would turn out fine, after all.