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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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