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Authors name: Richard Lovel (richardlovel@usa.net)
Story title : Overdrawn At The Sperm Bank
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OVERDRAWN AT THE SPERM BANK (FM, nurses, mast, bond)
By Richard Lovel (richardlovel@usa.net)
***
SOCIALLY RESPONSIBLE NOTICE: "The Peter Files" is a work
of satirical fiction, intended solely for the enjoyment
of adults. Each chapter involves frank and explicit
descriptions of male masturbation in a context of sexual
submission to women. If you are a minor, or if would be
illegal in your location, or if you are likely to be
offended by the subject, please do not read further.
Moreover, the persons, medical institutions, medical
facts and opinions, and situations described herein are
entirely fictional. Masturbation is a normal, healthy,
and desirable activity. Expressions to the contrary in
this work are for the literary purpose of exploring
socio-sexual attitudes and imagery involving
masturbation. If you have any concern over the
healthiness or acceptability of masturbation, please
refer to a recognized book on personal sexuality or a
healthcare professional.
THE AUTHOR APPRECIATES EMAIL FEEDBACK AND DISCUSSIONS ON
THIS WORK AND ITS SUBJECT. Copyright 1995 by Richard
Lovel.
***The fun stuff begins at this point***
A CASE STUDY OF MASTURBATORY ADDICTION
Published by The Masturbation Dependency Program
Institute for Correction of Sexual Misbehavior
Series Editor: Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital
Therapist.
The series "The Peter Files" presents a longitudinal
case study of masturbatory addiction in an adult male,
conducted at The Institute for Correction of Sexual
Misbehavior. The series is made available in order to
increase the public awareness and understanding of the
problem of masturbation dependency in males, and
especially as a resource to those persons in a co-
dependent relationship with a habitual masturbator.
WARNING: this series involves a frank and explicit
exposition of masturbatory practices and may cause
sexual arousal in susceptible males. IF YOU BEGIN TO
EXPERIENCE PENILE ERECTIONS OR THE URGE TO ENGAGE IN
UNSUPERVISED SEXUAL SELF-STIMULATION, WE URGE YOU TO
STOP READING AT ONCE AND SEEK THE GUIDANCE OF A
QUALIFIED GENITAL THERAPIST.
**
Peter File #2: Overdrawn at the Sperm Bank
(Editor's Note: Modern techniques of clinical sperm
extraction are remarkably effective, but the more
powerful physical gratification produced can prove
addictive to some men. Here the experience unfortunately
exacerbates Peter's pre-existing tendencies. - Dr.
Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital Therapist)
**
Lucy was seated beside me on the couch as she studied,
wearing a blue denim work shirt and cutoffs. We had been
seeing each other casually for a few weekends, on "study
dates", as I helped her with freshman calculus. I had
always been numbingly shy around girls, but Lucy was two
years my junior, with an easy, friendly manner that made
me feel comfortable. I still could not muster the nerve
to make a non-platonic move, but lately we had been
joking a lot about sex, as we both began to feel the
potential growing in the friendship. I was hoping that
Lucy might finally be the girl to introduce me to the as
yet unknown mysteries of sex.
But tonight I was staring at the wall of the small
college dorm room, ignoring both the book in my lap and
the nearness of her sexy body. Occasionally she glanced
sideways at me, wondering why I seemed so preoccupied.
At last she could stand it no longer.
"You're really down tonight, Peter. What's the matter?"
"Oh, it's just. I'm just worried about my finances. I'm
carrying a heavy load this semester, and I had to give
up my part-time job. Now I've got to find some way to
earn a little money, something that doesn't take much
time. I just can't make it on what I saved over the
summer."
She put her book down and looked thoughtful. "Maybe I
can help. There's got to be a way. Let's see, have you
thought about tutoring?"
"No, that takes too much time. I'd fall behind in my
studies."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, what about this: I
heard some of the other kids pick up extra money by
selling blood to the blood bank."
The idea made me shiver. "I, uh, don't care for needles,
much. I nearly faint when I get a shot."
She laughed. "Don't be such a sissy. I've given blood,
and it doesn't hurt a bit." But I would have none of it.
After several more suggestions were tried and found
wanting, she began to take on some of my gloom.
But a new idea suddenly occurred to her, and she looked
up devilishly. "I know! You could donate sperm! You
know, to a sperm bank. I mean sell it, actually. There's
a new clinic that pays $45 per sample. Linda told me her
boyfriend tried it." Then in a tease, "Of course, you
know what you'd have to do for it, don't you? I'll bet
it's real embarrassing."
Hiding my total lack of sexual sophistication, I
nonchalantly said, "Hell, everybody masturbates. I don't
see what's so hard about jacking off into a bottle. It's
no more embarrassing than taking a urine sample."
"Well, I hate to do that, too. Besides, it's not just
masturbating. Linda said it was really weird what they
made him do. You sure it wouldn't bother you? I bet it
would."
I was hardly wild about the idea, but Lucy, without
meaning to, was calling my bluff. With more confidence
than I felt, I said, "Nothing to it. In fact, I'll give
it a try."
The next morning I called the clinic and made an
appointment. They gave me little information except to
request that I abstain from sex or masturbation until my
appointment. There was little danger of sex in the
interim, but refraining from my usual and frequent
manual releases was difficult. Two days later I entered
a door bearing the sign "WORTHAM FERTILITY CLINIC". The
receptionist checked my name and said, "Oh yes, Mr.
Stroker. Dr. Wortham will see you now."
She led me into an office, and I was not at all prepared
for what I saw. Seated behind a large mahogany desk was
a smartly dressed attractive woman in her late thirties.
Her dark blond hair was tied back in a professional but
becoming style. I sneaked a glance at her shapely figure
as she rose to greet me. "How do you do? I'm Gloria
Wortham. Won't you have a seat?"
Face to face with the very womanly doctor, I was seized
with sudden shyness about the business I had come for.
She understood and took the initiative. "Now, Peter, I
understand you wish to donate sperm. I know you may be a
little anxious during your first visit, but there is no
need to be embarrassed in the least. But before I
explain the procedure, I'll need some information about
your medical history."
She began a long series of questions about the state of
my health and of my family. Finally she said, "Well,
that all seems in order. But now I must ask some rather
personal questions pertaining to your emotional health.
Do you consider your sex life satisfactory?"
"Yes...uh...I think so..."
"You have a girl friend, I suppose?" She began probing
in detail my sex life and private relations with Lucy. I
was embarrassed to admit to my lack of experience, and
pretended to rather more than I had. At last she seemed
satisfied.
"I hope you will forgive me for being so inquisitive,
but I must understand your motives for being here. For
young men of a certain character, our procedure can have
unfortunate side effects."
I was becoming increasingly uneasy. "Side effects? But I
thought I was just supposed to... you know..."
"In conventional clinics, the donor is placed in a
private room and instructed to masturbate into a
specimen bottle. But here at the Wortham Clinic we
employ a highly advanced technique to extract semen. A
technique," she continued with pride, "I myself have
developed. The specimens we obtain are far larger and
more potent."
I was thoroughly worried now. "You don't use needles, do
you?"
She laughed. "Oh heavens, no. Your semen will be
obtained through a process of masturbation, but in a
novel manner. Our procedure is most pleasant, I promise.
In fact, the donor experiences very powerful sexual
gratification, even more gratifying than during normal
masturbation. Does it embarrass you to discuss this?"
I was shifting nervously in my chair. "N...no, not at
all."
"Good. I think it best if we are quite frank about it.
Sexual sensations are an essential part of the method,
and we want you to experience them to the fullest. The
side effects I mentioned are emotional in nature:
For some men, the intense sexual gratification of the
method may be... habit forming. I will explain more as
we go along. Are you still willing to proceed?"
I was more than willing. Her calm, professional promise
of extraordinary sexual pleasure was unbelievably
exciting. Trying to hide my eagerness, I agreed.
"Just one more question, Peter. There will be
technicians present during the procedure, and it will be
necessary for them to handle your genitals extensively.
Do you object to this?"
"Well... who would it be?" I had the unpleasant vision
of a burly male nurse.
She smiled and spoke into the intercom. "Debbie, we're
ready for you now." The door opened and a girl about my
age entered. She was dressed as a nurse, but not in the
usual starched sexless armor of the healthcare
professional. Her white blouse and skirt were cut
tightly, revealing her figure. And what a figure!
Enormous breasts billowed beneath her blouse, arresting
my eyes for several seconds. Large firm hips and well-
turned calves supported a pleasing plumpness; and an
open, cheerful face crowned her earthy body. I couldn't
have been happier when Dr. Wortham said, "Debbie will
assist in taking your sample today."
Debbie gave me a broad smile and said, in a charming
southern drawl, "Howdy, Peter. You just come along with
me now, an' I'll fix you up." I smiled back shyly, and
followed her down the hall.
She led me into a small room, which looked like a
doctor's examination room, with the unusual exception of
full-length mirrors on two walls. There was a sink in
one corner, and in the center of the room there was a
padded bench of strange design. Otherwise the room
contained only an armless straight-backed chair and a
low stool.
"OK, Peter, step out of your pants and under shorts. You
can leave your shirt on, if you want." I undressed and
stood shyly before her, naked from the waist down,
conscious of the rising erection ballooning my
shirttails. "Now over the bench with you," she
commanded, indicating the mysterious furniture in the
center of the room. It was similar to a low piano bench,
though not quite as long. Under her instructions, I
kneeled down and stretched out across it, lying on my
stomach. Debbie positioned my arms and legs along side
the four legs of the bench, and to my surprise, bound my
wrist to the bench leg with a wide leather strap. She
reached for my other wrist, but I jerked it free.
"Here now, Peter. Don't squirm around so. I got to git
you tied down."
"Wait! I don't understand. Why are you tying me?"
"Don't you worry," she soothed me. "Dr. Wortham will be
along directly to explain. This here is necessary. If
you want us to take your sperm sample, you got to be
tied down. Besides," she added in a teasing voice, "if
you're a good boy, I'll show you somethin' you'll like."
Grinning broadly, she began unbuttoning her blouse. I
could see part of a sheer white bra and an incredibly
deep cleavage beckoning me. "Now just let me get this
other wrist strapped down and I'll show you some more."
Mesmerized, I allowed her to finish her task and soon
found myself bound by wrist and thigh to the four legs
of the bench.
She then stood in front of me and fulfilled her promise.
Slowly parting the blouse, she wriggled out of it and
stood before me nude from the waist up except for the
sheer bra. Tan skin showed through the gauzy cups, and
brown nipples made dark circles at the tips. "That's
enough for now. Don't want to get you too worked up just
yet. Are you comfortable?"
Glancing at my reflection in the mirrors, I saw what a
ridiculous sight I presented stretched over the bench. I
lay on the soft padding which supported my weight. My
shirttails had ridden up, exposing my naked buttocks as
if I were a small boy awaiting a spanking. My knees were
spread apart by the bindings, and, dropping my head, I
could look back between my thighs at the delicate
genitals dangling unprotected. The straps were tight but
not uncomfortably constricting. In fact, as I tugged
gently against the bonds, I began to feel strangely
content, even excited by my absolute helplessness before
the beautiful captor. Whatever was going to happen, it
was beyond my control or responsibility. I could only
relax and let it happen.
Just then the door opened behind me, and in the mirror I
saw Dr. Wortham enter. "Excellent, Debbie, I see he is
ready. Let's begin." Taking the chair, she sat in front
of me and smiled reassuringly. "You must have many
questions, Peter. Let me explain what is happening to
you. As I said, we will obtain your semen by a process
of masturbation, but we will not have you manipulate
yourself. The reason is that when a man masturbates
himself, he loses all self-control in the rush to
achieve his climax. It's just 'Wham, bam, thank you,
hand'." She and Debbie chuckled at what must have been a
standard joke. "That is quite to be expected, of course,
but it does not allow the testicles time to release the
optimal quantity of sperm."
Meanwhile Debbie had drawn up the stool behind my
upraised posterior and sat down. In the mirror I saw her
hands reaching between my thighs for my vulnerable
organs. Her fingers lightly grasped my sack and began a
heavenly scratching. I moaned involuntarily with
pleasure.
"But I have found (through extensive tests) that larger
and more potent samples are obtained when the whole
matter is, shall we say, taken out of the donor's hands.
The goal is to prolong the release, so the subject has
time to develop a good strong pre-ejaculatory tension.
The climax is like a fruit, Peter: it must not be taken
before it is ripe. And we are very patient gardeners."
The soft tickling on my tender glands was casting me
into a trance. My voice was barely audible. "But... why
did you... mmm... tie me up?"
"Well, Peter, we have found it necessary to restrain the
donor during the session. I think you will see why
later."
Debbie extended her delicate tickling to the sensitive
underside of my shaft, which jutted poker-stiff between
my legs. The excitement caused my limb to drip its clear
lubricant, and, catching one of these drops, she spread
it over the tuck of skin just below the head. I began
straining against the bonds, not for freedom but to
savor the delightful feeling of captivity.
"He's drippin' pretty good now, Dr. Wortham. Should I
milk him some?"
"Yes, I think he is ready for Phase Two. You'll like
this, Peter."
The buxom girl reached for a bottle of baby oil and
doused her left hand liberally. Then grasping my sack
firmly with her right, she squeezed her slippery fingers
over my shaft with a motion exactly like that of milking
a cow. Waves of pleasure inundated me. Soon I was
issuing soft moans, sounding for all the world like the
lowing of a cow with her full udders in the hands of a
country maid. Debbie's firm grip on my organ filled me
with a warm, secure feeling. I was completely under her
control.
After a few moments, Dr. Wortham interrupted. "How do
his testicles feel, Debbie?"
"They're pretty tight, Doctor."
"Then let's go on to Phase Three."
Debbie released my private parts suddenly. The
abandonment was nearly as cruel as a blow. I groaned in
complaint.
"Don't worry, Peter, we're merely changing places. On a
donor's first visit, I always like to take the specimen
myself. Besides, Debbie has another treat for you."
Debbie now sat in front of me and to my great delight
reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. Her
magnificent breasts fell forward into my view. Each was
perfectly shaped: full and round, jutting in a graceful
curve, and decorated by a wide brown aureole tipped by a
large pink nipple. They swayed slightly as she tossed
the bra into a corner.
On the stool behind me Dr. Wortham explained, "As I
mentioned earlier, Peter, sexual arousal is an important
factor in our collection process. Part of Debbie's job
is to provide the donor with visual stimulation. I think
she does that admirably, don't you?"
I was fascinated by the sight, and emboldened enough to
ask, "Please, Dr. Wortham, would it be all right, could
I... just... kiss them?"
"Well! I don't know, Peter. It is highly irregular!
Besides, Debbie might not wish to let you..."
"Oh, I don't mind, Doctor. I let some of the other
donors do it."
"Well, all right then. But just a little." Debbie knelt
before me and, placing her hand beneath her left breast,
lifted it into my lips. I drew the prominent nipple into
my mouth and tasted a rapture undreamed of. After a few
minutes, Dr. Wortham coughed. "Ahem. I think that is
enough, Debbie. Let's proceed."
"Yes, Doctor." She drew back to her chair. Her cheeks
were pink and the nipple was stiffly erect.
Dr. Wortham now began a light tickling on the swell of
my manhood, as Debbie had done. But I soon realized that
there was a great difference in the abilities of the two
women. Where Debbie was skilled, Dr. Wortham was
inspired. Where the girl was forthright and simple, the
woman was subtle and unpredictable. She seemed to know
telepathically the most sensitive point to attack, and
when to withhold attack to increase my longing
unbearably. She caressed my private spaces with divine
cruelty, raising me to monstrous excitement. Slowly,
ever so slowly, she stroked the delicate underside of my
member. Little by little she brought me to the brink of
release and then -- she stopped, withdrawing her hand to
leave my shaft naked and quivering with longing. I
groaned in an agony of disappointment.
"No, Peter, no," she sighed. "We won't finish just yet.
I'm sorry, but we must let the pressure build a little
more." Wild with frustrated lust, I struggled against
the bonds, trying to reach my organs with my own hands,
but the straps held firm. "You see, Peter, the bindings
are quite necessary. You could not resist the desire to
masturbate now, could you?"
"No..." I moaned in misery. I looked up at Debbie, who
smiled back with sympathetic understanding. The sight of
her large bare breasts, hanging almost to her lap, was
strangely soothing.
After a pause, the excruciating stroking began again.
Time and again Dr. Wortham brought me to the brink only
to withdraw, ignoring my frantic pleas for release.
Finally, she held me on the edge of fulfillment for what
seemed like eternity, and I dreaded the moment that she
would again abandon my flesh to its lonely torment. But
to my great joy I heard, "Peter, I think it's time. I'm
going to let you finish now, and I want a great big
squirt."
She stroked my penis not fast but steadily, letting my
desire push me slowly over the threshold. At last I felt
the floodgates opening, and in near delirium I looked
back between my legs to see her cradling and massaging
my member in one hand. The other hand brought a small
glass specimen bottle up and pressed it to the tip, just
as my grateful flesh pulsed and spurted a stream of
pearly liquid. Jet after jet gushed out, in audible
spurts against the glass, more than I could believe
possible, filling the bottle nearly to overflowing.
"That's it, Peter, squirt for me. Don't hold back, let
me have it all," she urged as she milked the last few
drops of fluid from my loins.
Dr. Wortham patted my buttocks and left, taking her
prize to the lab for analysis, and I remained slumped
speechless over the bench for some time afterwards. Then
Debbie untied me and helped me to dress. I was so weak I
could hardly stand. After I had rested, she helped me to
walk back to Dr. Wortham's office.
As I sat down, she beamed at me across her desk. "Well
done, Peter, well done. Five milliliters of semen and 98
percent potent. You certainly have earned your fee." She
began writing out a check. "Tell me, did you enjoy the
session?"
I was still dazed by the experience. "I... I... didn't
know it would be so... like that. I've never felt like
that before."
She paused and studied me carefully. "Peter, let me give
you some advice. For your own good, go home to your nice
girl friend and don't come back to donate sperm again. I
think I see certain... tendencies in your character
which should not be encouraged. Of course, it's up to
you. Your sperm will always be welcome."
"No, Dr. Wortham," I agreed. "I won't be back."
I took my leave and returned to the dorm. I went to bed
early that night and slept deeply. I was awakened late
the next morning by the ringing of the telephone.
"Hello? ... Oh, hi, Lucy ... Yeah. It went OK at the
clinic. Like I said, no big deal.... Hmmm, tonight? That
sounds nice, but I don't think we should get together
for a few days. I've got a big exam coming on Monday and
I better cram for it ... Yeah, right. Real soon. Bye."
I sat on the edge of the bed for a few moments and then
dialed a number. "Dr. Wortham? It's Peter Stroker.... I
was wondering if, could I have another appointment on
Monday? ... Yeah, I know, but I really want one ...
Great! Thanks. Thanks a lot!"
* End *
Richard Lovel (richardlovel@usa.net)
ICQ # 59721777
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