Masturbation Therapy
submitted March 13, 2003
Categories: Doctor
Having been married for about 10 years with two kids, my wife and I decided it was time for me to have a vasectomy. She had been on the pill, but was unhappy with the side effects. Additionally, my wife was scared to death of having another child, which resulted in infrequent sexual intercourse. This is pretty tough on a 30-year-old still horny bastard. At least my wife would give me several blowjobs a week.
My name is Dave. Our family doctor for the vasectomy procedure recommended an urologist. Several weeks prior to my appointment, the office sent me several forms for completion. Most of these were the standard “I’m not at fault if anything goes wrong” shit, but I suppose the doctor must protect himself in these days of 24/7 litigation. I signed the documents, placed them in the return envelope and set them out for the mail the following day.
Included in the packet was a sheet of instructions for the day of surgery. One item stood out like a large metropolitan city. “Prior to arrival, please remove all pubic hair from your crotch as well as that from your scrotum sack.” No fucking way! If you think for one second I would take a razor within four feet of my family jewels, you are sadly mistaken! The instructions went on to say, “If you are uncomfortable doing this yourself, the doctor will do this prior to the procedure.”
It was late on a Friday afternoon. I showed up at the doctor’s office on time. They were apparently waiting for me, as I was ushered immediately to a small exam room. Extremely sterile was my first thought. Within minutes, the doctor entered. We introduced ourselves…he seemed like a nice enough fellow, considering what he was about to do.
“Well Dave, it looks like we’re going to tie a few tubes this afternoon!” said the doctor, as he washed his hands in the sink. “But before we start, I will give you a short physical exam. Please disrobe and we’ll get started.”
At least the room had decent hangers for my clothes. I’m not a shy person, but being fully naked in front of another man is not exactly my idea of fun. Nevertheless, I chucked my clothes and hopped onto the exam table as the Doctor messed around at the counter.
“Oh, I see we need a shave!” said the Doc, “I guess you were not comfortable doing it yourself!”
“Ah, actually no,” I responded, “I thought this part might be best left to professionals,” I said, trying to make a joke.
“Hey, no problem Dave,” said the Doc, “But first, let’s get you checked out prior to the procedure.” The Doc did a cursory check on my eyes, ears, nose and throat. Then he grabbed a stethoscope and check out my ticker. “No problems here Dave!” said the Doc, “Please stand up so I can examine your penis and testicles!”
Oh, this if fucking great! I really hadn’t had a physical exam since high school, so this was effectively a new experience for me.
The doctor started to examine my balls, and then asked me to turn my head and cough. “One more time Dave!” said the Doc, as he hand continued to wrap around my balls. I thought this was a little more attention than the “two” of them deserved, but then again this was the guy who would be cutting on them in the next few minutes.
“We may have a problem here Dave, but let’s address that later,” said the Doc as he finished his exam of my groin area.
“Dave, have you ever had a rectal exam?” inquired the Doc.
“Ah, can’t say I have,” I replied, truthfully not remembering if any doctor had stuck his finger up my ass.
“Well, let’s take a look,” said the Doc, as he instructed me to turn around and bend over.
“Just relax, this may sting a bit,” said the Doc, as he inserted his finger up my butt hole, apparently looking for my prostate. “Mmmmmmmmm,” said the Doc, as he withdrew his finger, “… interesting.” I hate that when a doctor talks to himself.
“Okay Dave, let’s get you shaved,” said the Doc, as he prepared the necessary equipment that would strip me of all the hair around my dick.
The Doc had me lay on the exam table, as he took an electric razor to my pubes. Within one minute, most of my precious bush as gone, except for the stubble, which would eventually be removed by straight razor. “You got a lot of hair George!” said the Doc, as he lathered me up to complete the job.
By the time the Doc was done, I didn’t even recognize my manhood, having been stripped of all hair. Not only did it look strange, it felt weird. “Will it grow back?” I asked the Doc. He assured me it would, and probably more to boot.
“Okay Dave, we have a slight problem,” said the Doc, as I lay they completely naked on the table, stripped of my beloved bush. “Your testicles are about ready to explode. I can tell by just feeling them. When was the last time you ejaculated?” asked the Doc.
“Ah, maybe five or six days ago,” I responded, trying to remember the last time my wife had sucked me off.
“Well, we need to get rid of that build up of sperm before the procedure,” said the Doc, continuing, “I’m going to place some lubricant on you penis, force an erection, and see if we can get rid of that load.”
Needless to say, I was horrified! The Doctor was actually going to masturbate me?
“Just relax Dave,” said the Doc, “I don’t think this will take long at all. And truthfully, we can use this sperm sample to compare to the one you’ll be required to make the next after this procedure!”
This was going from bad to worse. As I lay on the exam table, the Doc lubricated my dick and slowly started to jack me off. You couldn’t even make this up! But the Doc was right. Within several minutes, I felt my balls about to explode. “I think lunch is about to arrive,” I said, again trying to inject some humor into all of this.
“Let it rip Dave!” said the Doc, as he continued to move my shaft in a north and south direction.
Within seconds, a large amount of cum came spurting from my piss hole, landing mostly on my chest. “Okay Dave, let’s get you cleaned up and get started!” said the Doc, as he collected a small sample of sperm for the lab. The remainder of the juice was wiped off my chest.
“Now Dave, let me tell you what’s going on here,” said the Doc, continuing, “First, I’m going to inject your testicles with a anesthetic, so just relax. It may sting somewhat.” The first needle went into my left testicle. I thought I would scream! My head was moving back and forth, in an attempt to lessen the pain. Then there was the second needle in my right testicle. It was if someone was actually cutting my balls off.
“We’ll wait about two minutes for the anesthetic to take effect, so just relax,” said the Doc, as he washed his hands to prepare for the vasectomy.
The Doc obviously knew what he was doing. In less than five minutes, he had tied my tubes and was preparing to stitch me up. “Okay Dave,” said the Doc, “We’re about done here,” as he started to complete the procedure, which took about five minutes.
“You can get dressed now Dave,” said the Doc, as he cleaned up the counter. I was most grateful to put my clothes on.
“Okay Dave, you’re going to be in some pain for several days,” said the Doc, “here are some pills if you need them. Come back next Friday, and I’ll remove the stitches and give you further instructions. No sex for 4 days, however.”
No sex for four days? Is this man crazy? Maybe I’ll have a wet dream or two.
On day 4, I talked my wife into a blowjob. The pain had subsided earlier in the week, and even my bush had started to take shape again, albeit stubble only.
As instructed, I went back to the Doctor the following Friday for the removal of the stitches.
“So Dave,” asked the Doc, “How’d you get along?” I told him Okay, except for the fact that my entire groin itched. Doc explained that this was normal.
“Okay Dave, if you’ll disrobe, we’ll get those stitches out,” said the Doc. “Also, we’ll take a sperm sample to make sure the surgery was successful.”
This I hadn’t counted on. But I supposed it was necessary. I removed my clothes and hopped on the exam table. The Doc carefully removed the stitches, as he held my balls with one hand and working with the other. My dick started to twitch.
Once the Doc was satisfied with his work, he announced it was now time to extract a sperm sample. As before, the Doctor greased up my dick and started the masturbation process.
“Just relax, Dave,” said the Doc, as his hand brought my dick to an erection. His slippery hand moved skillfully up and down my shaft, with an occasionally squeeze on the head of my dick. The more I thought about it, this was actually kind of cool. Having another man jack me off, that is.
“Anytime Dave,” said the Doc, after about five minutes of masturbation, “Just let me know.”
“Ah, nothing so far,” I said, not yet getting “that feeling”.
“You have an unusually shaped penis,” said the Doc, apparently trying to make conversation while he continued the hand job.
“Ah, yeah I guess so,” I replied, “I know it’s a bit on the fat side.”
The Doc continued to stroke my dick for another five minutes. Suddenly it was time. “Ah, Doc, I think I’m about to cum,” I said, as my eyes rolled back in my head and my legs stiffened.
The Doc grabbed a small bottle from the counter and placed it over the head of my dick. And just in time as I blew my load, my body now shaking uncontrollably.
“That’s a good sample!” said the Doc, as he sealed the small bottle, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Finally, he told me I could get dressed. “We’ll need to repeat this procedure next Friday for a final reading on your sperm count,” said the Doc as I finished dressing.
The next test went much like before. Unfortunately, the Doctor was not satisfied after the lab results, so I returned the following Friday for a repeat performance. I was actually to the point of looking forward to these sessions.
After four weeks, the Doc announced that indeed the surgery “took,” and there would be no way my wife could get pregnant…at least by me. As I was leaving my final appointment, the Doc pulled me aside in the hall.
“You know Dave,” said the Doc in a whisper, “We can continue these Friday sessions if you like. I can set you up for a standing 3:30 pm appointment.”
So every Friday, I go to the Doctor for my “treatment,” or what I call secretly call “.”
Usually I arrive right on time, and am directed into the exam room where Doc is always waiting for me. I quickly remove all my clothes and take my place on the exam table. Most times I put my hands behind my head, relax, and enjoy.
Actually, Doc has taught me a lot. For example, he showed me several tricks on ejaculation control. One time I was able to go a full 70 minutes, although the eventual fluid level ended up being a dribble. On another occasion, Doc only used his thumb and forefinger on the head of my penis, but controlled my ejaculation by tightly squeezing the head every time I was about to cum. That resulted in yet another dandy spurt of juice. The best one however, was when Doc massaged my prostate, and without even touching my dick, I produced one of the most awesome ejaculations ever. My entire body was shaking uncontrollably. So this is a great deal. I show up every Friday, the Doc jacks me off, and I leave a satisfied man. One time when I was about to cum, I asked the Doc whether I could return the favor. “Oh no Dave, that would be unethical!” said the Doc, as I launched a liquid scud missile from my piss hole.