Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Specialist Erotic Fiction by SensoryOverlord. 20161121 MFf/m orgasm control, chastity, mast, caught, humil, devices, size, medical. This story inspired by Kamitora's illustration http://kamitora.org/posts/parsifal-8/ Chapter 1 On his 14th birthday Simon Abbercrombe-Smyth was given a new high-end gaming laptop by his very upper crust wealthy parents. Naturally it has a webcam. Simon's dad runs a networking security consultancy. He and his wife had become increasingly concerned at Simon's severe shyness and excessive time spent in his room since he reached puberty, so had installed a secure remote administraton facility on the new laptop before giving it to their only son. Dad had also configured the household's gigabit WAN router to log all net activity from Simon's laptop. His parents felt severely let down by the result. Their dear Simon is masturbating several times a day. Worse, in examining the video log files they see that he has a low-average size penis, and substantially under expected ejaculate volume for his age. Even more unfortunately he invariably climaxes very rapidly, with an average of only 17 seconds from commencement of firm stroking. His mother finds that last detail particularly galling. This will not do! An Abbercrombe-Smyth must excell! Father has to go overseas urgently on contract, and will be mostly away for the next 8 months. The parents agree his mother will administer this matter. She asks around discretely among her society friends, and is given several glowing recommendations for a leading practitioner in this delicate field, Dr Kuroda Hiroyasu. Very early one morning his mother wakes Simon up and hurries him to dress well for a 'trip into town.' After a longish drive during which he's given a light packed breakfast, she walks Simon up the highly manicured Japanese garden path of the specialist's consulting practice. That day is long and extremely embarressing for Simon. Until they were sat down with the doctor and the consultation began, he had not known his parents were aware of his masturbation at all, let alone the frequency. He learns when his mother starts playing the first video to the notably unsurprised doctor. Simon has to endure seeing many of these videos of himself masturbating to downloaded porn on his laptop, as his mother shows the doctor selected examples from the last month since he received the new laptop. Her presentation is as polished as one would expected from a top advertising company CEO, which she is. It includes side by side panels of the porn he was watching, along with the laptop video of his naked masturbation and ejaculation. Both panes are date and timestamped, and as well as these selected videos there's a detailed list of his sessions complete with durations, each linked with porn site URLs and image archives. Back when he'd first started masturbating around age 9 he'd developed a habit of stripping entirely before starting, since during orgasm he invariably became overwhelmed by the feelings, and so uncoordinated he couldn't avoid squirting semen on his clothes, if he was wearing any. He found it easier and safer against discovery to wipe the sticky spatters off his body after recovering. Never realising how ignominious the whole process would look from the viewpoint of the laptop camera. With more terrible luck he'd generally masturbate while lying back on his bed; the laptop open beside him. The result every time being excruciatingly clear head to thighs video of the entire process, erection, pumping fist, dopey looking facial expressions, spurting semen, his post-orgasm semi-stupor, over-sensitive erection let go of but still waving vertically in full tumescence, dripping and slowly drooping, then his eventual fumbling efforts to wipe up the mess. The very worst videos were the three where he'd kept on porn browsing, and repeated the entire cycle after a short pause. At one point the doctor had lightly complimented Simon on his taste in Japanese rope bondage porn, noting that these images seemed to excite Simon to orgasm particularly rapidly. He'd gone on to ask Simon what it was about these that appealed. Sitting red-faced beside his mother, Simon hadn't known how to how to reply. His mother had glared at him then, the only time so far that she'd shown actual anger rather than 'responsible parental concern.' She'd demanded he be polite, and answer the doctor. He'd thought there was no way he was going to explain that the women looked so arousing because of their helplessness, the way tight crotch ropes or poles tied deep into their vaginas, and pulled on by their own breathing in the zig-zag rope mesh, were forcing them into inescapable arousal. And how their red-flushed faces and expressions suggesting longing for an orgasm they could not quite reach on their own, seemed so real. Or at least far less fake than in much other porn. Fertile fields for fantasies of him being able to play with them — where 'play' of course would sooner or later bring together his erection and one of their body openings. Just thinking about that was enough to trigger his orgasm virtually immediately, if he was stroking himself. Which he always was by then. He'd been so determined that explanation just wasn't going to happen, certainly not from him. But the doctor kept questioning him, backed up by his mother, and somehow he'd begun to stutter out the beginnings of it. That's when things took a real turn for the worse. As if they'd agreed on the moment beforehand, suddenly both the doctor and his mother were telling him to stand up (he did), and then remove his clothes (he froze.) They insisted, saying he must stop stalling, and being naked would impress on him the need to be more truthful. Well that was right, he thought. It would truthfully show that thinking about the... <u>his</u> porn that was still running on his mother's laptop, was making him hard. No way he was taking off his clothes. Within a few minutes he found himself naked. His mother's threat to spank him if he kept being disobedient shocked him. He couldn't even remember what age he'd been the few times (twice?) she'd ever spanked him. He'd been very little. She wouldn't do it now, surely? A few not exactly light demonstration swats on the backs of his legs had convinced him she apparently would. He'd attempted to cover his genitals with his hands; they'd both jumped on him for that. So now he found himself standing in front of the two of them with hands ordered to remain by his sides, an erection building to full stand-up performance, purpled head emerging from the stage curtain foreskin and all, being questioned relentlessly about exactly why he found Japanese bondage porn sexually arousing. While his mother played in front of him the actual videos and photos he'd found hottest and often masturbated to. The doctor's questions were the worst, since it was as if the man could read his mind. Perhaps with clues given away by his traitor erection, twitching or not as each of them pointed out details in the videos. It didn't take long before they'd dragged everything about his fantasies of teasing, fingering and fucking bound Asian beauties from his own mouth. Surely the world must end now? Mystifyingly to him, the doctor acted as this was all routine, and his mother had just nodded when they were done, as if his erotic bondage fantasies were as she'd expected. As if having him standing naked with an erection in front of her was just more of the same. He guessed that since she must have been looking at those videos for a whole month (and editing up a slick presentaion including statistical spread charts of his porn vs arousal correlation), it <u>was</u> more of the same. There'd been more questions, making him admit how often he did it (which they obviously knew exactly, since his laptop wasn't such a fine gift after all but certainly didn't lie.) Then they'd pried from him how old he'd been when he first started (nine, which for the first time got a slightly raised eyebrow from the otherwise blank-faces Japanese doctor)), and how his habitual frequency had developed since then. He'd hesitated there, thinking the true answer sounded so bad, and they probably couldn't know for sure. But it seemed to him that maybe they actually did know, based on this interrogation so far, and he'd better tell the truth. And maybe if he just told the truth quickly this nightmare would be over sooner. So as briefly as possible he'd summarized how he first accidentally discovered this thing that happened with his penis when it was rubbed, got hard, then stroked a bit more. He'd been in the bath, casually stroking his strangely stiff penis because it felt increasingly nice, in a way he'd never felt before. Then an astonishing and frightening powerful sensation had overwhelmed him, so massive he'd doubled over, head against his knees, eyes closed and hand clutching at his stiff penis. It came in rapidly repeating waves of power, completely beyond any ability to control. When it was over he's shakily straightend up, wondering if he was going to die or something. Then he'd noticed the clear water had many strands of some milky stuff drifting around his groin. He had no idea where they'd come from. Catching one between thumb and forefinger it felt weirdly sticky. And had a strange salty, tangy smell. He'd finished the bath, wondering what that all could have been. The next evening bath he'd tried it again. This time it wasn't frightening, was much, <u>much</u> more wonderful, and he watched the white stuff jet out of his penis in pulses along with the pleasure. Now he figured it out — this must be that 'sex' thing everyne talked about. He liked it. A lot. Within a week he was doing this 'sex' thing four or five times a day whenever he could. Which was usually, since as it turned out the bath wasn't a crucial element and it worked just as well sitting on the toilet, or lying on his bed. That had been his regular pattern whenever possible, until around age 13 when he'd discovered internet porn, using his tower PC. He'd also developed other hobies that kept him more busy, so he'd tended to drop down to fewer masturbation sessions per day. And briefer, since with these pictures to look at he always spurted much quicker. After finishing this rapid-fire awkward confession it seemed that both his mother and the doctor weren't angry with him at all, and maybe even seemed a bit pleased. Oh good... so now there'll be a lecture, and this will be over? He asked hopefully "Mom, can I put my clothes back on now? Are we going home soon?" She just shook her head, while at the same time the doctor opened a drawer and pulled out a small clear plastic container with a yellow screw top lid and blank label on one side. Removing the lid he passed the container to Simon. "Here. Now, please masturbate as you normally do, and ejaculate into this. Do you think you can hold it, or should someone else? I notice you thrash around a fair bit during orgasm." He found himself holding the container, staring back and forth between the doctor and his mother. Having an erection already didn't make the idea of masturbating here, now, in front of them (or anyone) less preposterous. He settled to looking at his mother. She'd...? "Mum?" "What Simon? Are you going to start stalling again? The doctor asked for a semen sample, you have an erection, and it would appear you <u>do</u> know how to masturbate. Just do it. Here, I'll put on..." She selects one of the bondage videos to play. "Your favorite. Look, see how aroused she is? The way she's tied is fairly comfortable, nothing too tight, but impossible to escape. She's probably been there for hours and hours, spread open, just that vibrator hanging lightly against her sex. So every time she tries to push against it she just bumps it away and has to wait till it swings back, touching her ever so lightly. She wants to come Simon, but she can't. Look, just wrap your hand around that dick..." She reaches out and grabs his right wrist, positioning his arm forward till his palm is against his erection. He's still frozen, his hand hanging open limply, in stark contrast to his rigid erection. "Oh good grief... Now grip it. You <u>can't</u> have forgotten how. After so much practice. Oh, and you didn't have your usual morning jerk-off today, so you should be feeling like it. Your erection when I woke you this morning, and now, say you do. No don't argue, I know. Look, just grip..." She lets go of his wrist and puts her hand palm against the back of his open hand. Closing her hand she also closes his around his erection. Then starts stroking both their hands back and forth on his horizontal erection, her hand outside his. "Do I need to do all the work? Look, see the girl? Isn't she beautiful? So horny and desperate, if you walked in on her like that you could do anything you wanted. Imagine sliding your fingers into her, and just teasing her and teasing her, like that guy in the other video... Till she's crying and begging to let her come, but every time she gets so close you stop and take your fingers out. That video isn't acting either, I'm sure. Lots of girls really love being teased like that... There, that's right, start stroking it yourself. Don't stop now. How long do you think you'd want to tease her? You know you can do that as looooong as you like?" She lets go of his hand that is now gripping his erection tightly, stroking rapidly. His gaze is fixed on the laptop, which is full-screen of that favorite hot bondage video. The sound is faint but on, and he can hear the woman whimpering in pleading Japanese as her hips thrust desperately in the small freedom given her by the ropes. The vibrator keeps being knocked way, to her obvious great disappointment. His mother leans close to his ear. "I'll tell you a secre... well, it's not <u>such</u> a secret. Most girls love to be teased like crazy by a guy who loves them. Even like that, with just ropes and stuff. It makes us feel sexy and loved. Because he's taking the trouble to do it, for the visual pleasure he gets from watching us squirm and struggle so sexily. We <u>like</u> to look sexy for the guy we love, and there's nothing more sexy than a beautiful girl giving her turned-on body to her man, begging him to do whatever he likes to her, to make her come. Sometimes, girls even dream of a random prince kidnapping us and tying us up naked in a castle. So long as he's rich, handsome and not a psycho murderer, ha ha. Another thing... there are some girls who even like being almost never allowed to come. Can you guess why?" She waits for a reply, watching him pumping his cock. He's focussed on the laptop screen, where the video has looped to the beginning again but it seems he doesn't care. She remembers the sample container. "Oh, better give me this." She takes the plastic container out of his forgotten loose left hand, and holds it near the tip of his erection. He's around 5 inches long and average thickness; OK for a 14 year old but far from impressive. She smiles to herself, thinking of her phone conversation with the doctor earlier that week. But for now... Simon isn't listening, because he's getting close to cumming. She's watched him on this path on video so many times, she recognizes it as clear as a neon sign. She gets ready to hold the sample container to the end of his erection. From the first time she watched her son Simon in his video-recorded orgasms, lying on his bed apparently convulsing out of control, she's been struck by how unique his orgasms are. Most males are at least still able to keep control of their body in these short intense moments, even if they cry out and grimace. Many hardly show any outward sign, apart from being mostly unresponsive to or even annoyed by conversation at that moment. Simon though... it's as if he's having a full-body fit of some kind. The pleasurable kind. The kind that he's just falling into now. She quickly caps his glans with the plastic container, his hand repeatedly hitting against the plastic rim. She grins even wider, a little wickedly, pushing the container firmly, so now the entire purpled head is inside it. A side effect is that now his hand on the upstroke can't roll his foreskin over the glans, blocking part of the pleasure. His fist can only slide up and down the lower portion of his erection. She can feel him automatically try to compensate, to regain that feeling around the head, but she keeps the container pressed on firmly. The benefit for her is visual — she can see his swollen purple glans uninterrupted through the clear plastic. She can also feel his whole body start to shudder as his orgasm begins, and she briefly wonders if he might fall down. She's never seen him orgasm while standing. Just as the first white surge from his tip hits the container she wraps her other arm around his hips, holding him steady. And then he's really threshing as he squirts into the container, and she thinks he probably <u>would</u> have fallen down if she wasn't holding him. In a few brief seconds he's done, the shuddering trailing off leaving him almost ragdoll limp as she supports him. She removes the container, scraping off last drops of semmen from his tip into the container. She passes it to Doctor Kuroda, who contemplates the fluis as he screws on the yellow cap. "Hmm, yes I agree with your impression from watching the videos. Now we have a sample his volume does appear significantly smaller than I'd expect from a fourteen year old his age and weight. When was his previous ejaculation, do you know?" "Last night around half past nine. I had him go to bed early, and as usual as soon as he was in bed with the laptop, bam, erection." "This isn't much regeneration in over twelve hours. Hardly even two mils. As explained in the literature I sent you, his incessant masturbation habit will have stunted his capacity, since his seminal vesicles have never been called on to hold more than a fraction of a day's worth of production. As opposed to the natural ideal in youths below the age of sexual consent, where neither intercourse or masturbation should ever occur. Then retention should be continuous for months, with volume losses only due to accidental spontaneous emissions. The storage volumes reached in such circumstances are exemplary. Simon's small, underdeveloped low volume vessicles naturally have a correspondingly small mass of secretory tissue, hence low seminal production rate. And this kind of underwhelming end result." He holds up the sample container with not much content, as he opens a small refrigerator and places it inside. "I'll have that analyzed later, but I'll be surprised if there's anything abnormal other than the low volume. Alright. Can he walk? Bring him into the next room as he is, when he's able. I'll begin the preparations." He walks out through a second door, closing it hehind him. It opens again almost immediately, as he sticks his head back into the room. "You haven't changed your mind about any of the options you selected on the web form?" Mrs Abbercrombe-Smyth sniffs, disdainfully. "Doctor, if there was any change from what my husband and I have decided on, you would already have been informed." "Hai! Must check permission documents all still in order. It's a required precaution, you understand." He briskly withdraws and closes the door again. As that was going on, his mother had guided the very woozy Simon on his wobbly legs back to the chair he'd been sitting in originally. Collapsing like a sack of jellyfish into it, he's far too stunned to pay attention to what was being said. As he regained mental coherence, the first thing he saw on opening his eyes, was his mother's laptop on Dr Kuroda's desk, still playing the video of the Japanese girl struggling to make solid contact with the dangling vibrator. The next thing he realises is that he is naked, and just jerked himself off in front of two adults, one his mother. Ohhhh... who had been the one that started him off. Uhhhh... it's all coming back in a rush now. She'd been practically whispering in his ear, talking about girls liking... liking being sexually teased. The video is still playing, the girl thrusting her slit against the dangling vibrator, her high pitched moaning in Japanese making her opinion of her situation very clear. His mother... had actually told him to imagine fingering the girl, teasing her. That she'd... the girl... no, girls in general, liked being teased. That it was OK to finger tease her forever... was that really what she'd said? Watching the video still while thinking this has the natural result, and he suddenly realizes his erection is returning. This sometimes happens when he's just masturbated, but now? Sitting naked in a chair with his mother standing beside him, looking at him with a contemplative expression? He looks down at his crotch, and sure enough his cock is standing straight up again. Out of the corner of his eye he notices his mother shake her head in a 'good grief, again?' gesture. He can't bear to return her gaze, and looks in the other direction. So doesn't see her lean close to his ear again, and her close whisper startles him. "We were interrupted. As I was saying some girls enjoy being almost never allowed to come. Know why?" He looks straight to his front again, silently shrugging. He doesn't understand what's going on, or the answer. "Because the longer she goes without cumming, the hornier she gets. Especially if he teases her often. And the hornier she gets, the sexier she is for her lover. The greater her gift of her body to him, the more fun he can have with her, the more she will enjoy what he does to her. Her frustration and need is the best gift she can give him, her strongest demonstration of her dedication to their love. Do you understand?" He gets the idea, sort of, but not why his mother is whispering such things into his ear. He just nods, which seems safe. "I expext you are wondering why I'm telling you this, right?" She doesn't wait for an answer. "Because you're an Abbercrombe-Smyth, and you <u>deserve</u> the best. You should be able to find a lover and eventual wife who will give herself to you in every possible way, body, sex and heart. She should be grateful for finding you, because you will be an exceptional lover. And I'm going to do whatever is necessary to ensure you have a happy and high quality future sex life. You'll thank me one day." She pokes the glans of his new erection with the tip of her pointer finger. "Though, you may not be too pleased in the near term. Just remember, masturbation is a terribly harmful, even crippling habit. There really are very negative long term consequences for your abilities. Now, you should be perfectly capable of walking to the next room. Come with me." She, grips both his hands and hauls him out of the chair. Once he's on his legs she lets go, watch to see if he's stable. Standing with the erection sticking straight out again, he looks around for his clothes. Spots them folded on a shelf across the room. Pointing at them he asks "Mum, can I put my clothes on now?" "Oh ha ha, no. We're not going home yet. Come along." She practically drags him across the room to the second door. The adjoining room is a great contrast to the warmly decorated comfortable outer consulting room. This one is all cold hospital style aseptic shiny white surfaces and stainless steel fittings. Powerful ceiling light panels make the room seem as bright as direct sunlight. The floor is a shiny, non-slip dimpled rubbery sheet. There are no windows, only a steady flow of airconditioning. There are several shiny metal wheeled trolleys bearing mysterious knob and screen laden things that probably go beep in operation. Dominating the room despite being over to one side, is a complicated insect-like structure of hinged metal arms and black padding. Above it is a huge light fitting on a universal arm. Doctor Kuroda is busy with some items on a trolley beside the black and steel 'insect'. He turns to them. "Simon, don't be alarmed. Yes, it's an operating theater, and sometimes there are full surgical teams doing amazing things in this room. But you're here for a very simple thing. It will only take a few minutes, and you won't feel any discomfort. Now, please come over here and hop up on the couch." Simon couldn't see anything remotely like a couch in the room, but the doctor had pointed at the insect-like thing. That's a couch? Seeing his hesitation the doctor laughed good naturedly. "Oh, ha ha, oops, I guess I forgot to configure it. Hang on." He quickly starts swinging various of the insect's 'legs' around, moving pads into place and other arms out of the way. Suddenly it did actually look like a couch, or at least something one could lie back comfortably on. The doctor patted a seat-part. "Here. Just sit here then lie back. It's very comfortable. I take naps on this sometimes." Simon looked at his mother, who gestured 'go on' with a hand wave. He walked over and sat where indicated. The next motion of lying back seemed so natural and easy, he wondered if there was some kind of body magnetism pulling him into the thing as he lay down. It really was extremely comfortable. He would have very much preferred to not be naked with an erection still though. An erection that was right in the center of his field of view with his head propped up like this. He closed his eyes. The doctor's voice close by his head startled him to open his eyes again. Still the erection right there. Great. He closed his eyes again. "Now, it's a simple proceedure but I do need you to remain still. So... just relax, and remember your mother is right here. I'm going to fit some buffers to keep your pelvis motionless. For starters." As he spoke, Simon felt pads rise to either side of his hips, and seem to enfold the edges of his pelvis, pressing down firmly. He attempts a trial wiggle, and sure enough he could hardly move his hips now at all. But there was more. His arms were resting in padded hollows, and these now folded articulated padding segments up and over his arms at wrists, elbows and shoulders. Other pads rose to the sides of his chest and shoulders. Suddenly his entire upper torso was immobile. He felt a little panicked, then more pads quickly enfolded each of his legs, leaving him completely unable to move anything other than his head. The last straw was when the structures enclosing his legs pivoted outwards, leaving a wide space between. The result was him feeling his genitals more exposed and vulnerable than he'd ever felt before. He started struggling, with his complete lack of success in moving more than a few millimeters making his panic worse. "Mom! What is this?! Make him take... ooof... it off! What are you...?" His mother is standing behind his head, and steps to the side where he can see her. She smiles with her best executive power smile, and pats his collar bone where the restraint pads covering his shoulder end, intending to reassure him. "Simon, calm down. The doctor just needs you to be still, for your own safety. Your father and I have discussed this, and made the best decision for your own benefit. Please trust us. It may take you a while to understand why it's for the best, but you will certainly understand eventually. For now just lie back and relax. It won't hurt at all, and you'll probably even enjoy it. The doctor will explain as he proceeds, better than I can." Simon doesn't feel reassured at all, in fact quite the opposite. But he knows when it's useless to appeal to his mother's maternal instincts or any other instincts she may or may not have. His fright has wilted his erection in seconds, with it now lying small and flat on his pubis. His mother glances at Dr Kuroda. "Good, I expect his erection would have been an impediment?" "Oh no, not at all. It makes no difference. In fact it is likely to return as I proceed, but erection is expected and does not obstruct. Now, I shall be assisted by Miss Carnes, whose resume you approved. As you know she is also a registered nurse. She is here today primarily to meet you both, however assisting now will establish a sound footing with young master Simon." He raises his voice. "Miss Carnes! Could you come in please?" Back at a conversational level, he speaks to the naked boy. "Simon, I hope you like Miss Carnes. You'll be seeing a lot of her, and she's a very pleasant and smart young woman." Simon is overloaded processing all this. Wait a moment, is he saying... is another woman coming in? While he's lying naked and helpless on his back with his legs spread like this? Nooooo! Please no! As the doctor is speaking and Simon is freaking out, another door that had been obscured behind the insect-couch opens. Confirming Simon's nightmare, a woman walks in. He wasn't prepared for the exact kind of worst possible nightmare she presents. She's a bombshell. Young, in her early 20s, she has the figure and face of a Disney fantasy princess, perhaps in her as-yet undiscovered-milkmaid plot obscurity phase. Very light skin tone, with such a faint trace of Oriental shading that her cheeks are rosy without having to struggle against darker pigmentation. The same faint trace lends her sultry eyes an exotic air, in addition to long dark lashes and unusual dark green iris, almost brown. Her hair shares the not-quite purity of her eyes, being close to flaming redhead but darker, towards the black. Another hint of Asian, though she has it styled in a very English shortness with the ends curling forwards beside her jaw. Her large, soft breasts are pure iconic milkmaid, but if that was ever her role it isn't now, judging by the definitely scandalous 'nurse' uniform she's wearing. It's impossible to look at her without mentally putting the single finger quotes around 'nurse', since any nurse who actually dressed like that would be sending the ward heart attack fatality rate through the roof. Her tight, thin blouse is cut very low and wide at the front, flaunting a spectacular milkmaid vista that jiggles as she walks. The blouse is cut only just above her nipples — obviously since there's definitely no bra under between her and the blouse and the prominent points of her nipples are announcing clearly exactly how far they are below the seam. About 1.5 cm, making anyone wonder at how small her aureoles must be to not be showing. Also not showing is any sign of a bra strap indent in the tight cloth of her sides and back, or panty line in the tight, mid thigh length stretch material skirt. Both the skirt and blouse are pretending they are a uniform, solely by being the same pale powder blue shade. As she walks around the foot of the insect-couch, she makes no pretense of disinterest in Simon. Her gaze runs up and down his prone and secured body with a smile on her face, and when she spots that his limp penis is rapidly firming up and it gives a first lifting twitch, she looks him in the eyes and winks slowly, smiling. "Hi Simon! I'm Rosia. Thank you for the compliment. You mustn't feel embarrassed, it's a medical routine, I'm a nurse and I'm here to help." Reaching the others she holds out her hand to Mrs Abbercrombe-Smyth. "Pleased to meet you, and thank you. How may I call you?" Her hand is taken and shaken in firm corporate style. "It's Lynnette, but my friends and close staff call me Lyn. Are you able to commence immediately, per your correspondence?" "Oh yes, I'm all packed. I must say, I was um... a bit startled when first reading your contract. Several of the clauses are hmm... unique in my professional experience. I had to give them some consideration." "I can appreciate that. But I'm sure you understand where I'm coming from, and my insistence on the very best for my Simon and the smooth running of my household. Dr Kuroda mentioned to me that you have tentatively agreed, and here you are ready and packed. Are there any remaining concerns?" "Now I've met you in person, and Simon, no, no obstacles. The contract is concise, your requirements are clear and acceptable, the remuneration is more than generous, and I'm sure I'll enjoy working for you. I'm prepared to finalize the agreement right after Simon's proceedure, if you are satisfied I meet your standards." Beside them Doctor Kuroda chuckles. "Heh. You are too modest Rosia. I've seen your references and I'll be astonished if she turns you down. Anyway, let's begin." Rosia grins at him. "More than astonished, I think Doctor? I suspect you will be disappointed too, you old goat." He makes a non-committal hand gesture. "I'm sure you find the concept ... interesting yourself, do you not?" As they speak they are preparing for the proceedure. Several cloth-draped trolleys are wheeled close by the insect-couch. Then both wash their hands in sinks at the wall, lathering with a gell soap. Both draw on thin purple sterile gloves. Doctor Kuroda glances at Simon's mother. "For something this simple, full surgical sterile proceedures are overkill. There's no need for gowns and masks, and you can stand beside and watch as closely as you like. All the materials involved are sterile and germicidal in any case. Just an abundance of caution." Rosia uncovers one trolley, and pours germicidal gell onto a pad. She then takes hold of Simon's semi-erect penis and scrubs it well with the pad, starting at the head around the urethra, and working down. By the time she's finished he's fully rigid again. Doctor Kuroda has uncovered a trolley that looks like the entire thing is one apparatus. There are boxes, containers and pumps in the lower section, with a screen, numerous controls and a long coiled shiny cable affair on the upper part. He powers it on. After a few moments of scrolling text and company logos onscreen, it settles down with a window showing some blurry indistinguishable image, and a column of status/control widgets down the side. He picks up the shiny cable thing, which turns out to have a narrow flexible end part around four inches long and only a few mm in diameter, then a straight stainless shaft perhaps two feet long and 5mm or 1/4" thick, then the rest of it still mostly coiled on the trolley is a thicker flexible stainless steel spiral-wound cable about an inch thick. Each section blends into the next with a smooth junction. Working controls, a part of the insect-couch that looks like a segmented leg held up in the air, rotates around, articulating to bring a grasper-end close to the doctor. He places the straight rod in it's grasper, and has it close, holding the rod horizontally with the flexible end part hanging limply near his face. More actions on the controls, and that end part suddenly stiffens in place, then lifts upwards in complex curving motion, like a tentacle of an awakening octopus doing his morning stretch. It ends pointing towards Doctor Kuroda's face, and he moves closer to it. At the same time the blurry image on the trolley screen shifts, and clarifies into a hi-res closeup of the tip of his nose. Next he touches another set of controls, and a very fine silvery tube extends from the tip of the larger tentacle, right beside the tiny camera port. This is just 2mm thick and extends only an inch, but waves around with even more delicate tentacle-like flexibility as he operates the controls. He then quickly runs through some more tests, with first the center third of the fine tentacle expanding to a bulge about four times thicker, then different kinds of fluid are exuded from the fine tip. One is like clear water, the second is a pale blue fluid that forms long thin strands as it drips into the waste container Kuroda holds below it, the third is bright yellow and has a firm consistency like silicone glue. He flushes the thing with a final flow of the clear water, then wipes the tip clean with a swab. Meanwhile Rosia hasn't finished with Simon's now rigid erection. She lowers an oddly formed stainless bowl with a hole in the middle over his shaft. The bowl is shaped so the base fits well over his groin and spread thighs, forming a kind of wide catcher tray with an outer edge upwards lip around his erection. The central hole around the base of his erection has an elastic rubber opening that forms a firm seal around his shaft. She attaches a drain tube to an outlet on the lowest part of the catcher. All the while she keeps up a warm and reassuring patter to Simon, making little jokes about what she's doing. Somehow he finds himself becoming less upset about the whole situation, and more focussed watching her gently handling his organ. Watching her busy at his penis is hardly avoidable though, due to the way his head is propped up and wedged between the pads that also hold his shoulders. Having his erection sticking up from the center of a shiny metal tray shaped like his groin and extending to near the edges of his pad-held hips, makes his shaft visually stand out excruciatingly. The tight rubber ring about the base doesn't offer any hope of his erection subsiding, since with every involuntary contraction he can feel the blood pumping into his rigidity, then not subsiding as normal. The head is becoming extremely swollen, the skin dark purple and shiny with tension. Rosia continually touches it, obviously only some of her actions necessary for her task. Most are clearly done purely to make him feel nice. His mother comments, startling him. Wishful thinking, he'd forgotten she was still standing behind his head, sharing much the samme view of his groin as his own. "That's certainly putting it on a platter and serving it. Is this going to be part of the routine?" Rosia is still busy with his erection. Now she is holding a toothpaste-like tube of some very slippery glear gell, applying it to his glans and rubbing it around. She pushes the tube tip tight against his urethra opening and squeezes the tube. He can feel the cool gell flowing some distance down inside his penis, which is a weird feeling. When she removes the tube the gell starts oozing back out of the glans opening and running down his erection. Rosia pauses, seemingly admiring her handiwork. "The tray is to catch spills during the proceedure, and that won't be happening afterwards so it's not strictly necessary. But it certainly does frame his erection nicely, doesn't it? There's no reason why one of these can't be applied whenever." She pauses again, watching the doctor testing functions of the shiny flexible thing. "Doctor, before we begin, do you think Simon should experience... ?" She glances at Mrs Abbercrombe-Smyth, hesitatingly. His mother interjects before the doctor can speak. "I certainly have no objection doctor. Whatever is best in your opinion. Also since he's only just ejaculated perhaps he may last at least slightly longer. I am curious about that, and since there won't be another such opportunity for a while..." The doctor nods. "Sure. Six months, I agree. I'm nearly done here but there's no rush. Rosia, you'll have to re-prep him again after of course." Rosia smiles. "Off course!" She has been by Simon's side next to the insect-couch, but now walks into the V between his spread legs. She grasps Simon's erection firmly in her hand, beginning a steady up and down stroking while watching his face. As expected, he's not complaining. She softly says "Simon, you're going to enjoy this. Much better than all that jerking off with your own hand." Simon is looking at her stroking hand and this beautiful woman between his legs, with the idea dawning in his head that all these mysterious hints he's been hearing, maybe add up to developments he's going to really, really like. The feeling of her hand stroking his ring-engorged cock is beyond anything he's felt before. This couldn't... Then to his astonishment, after he sees Rosia glance up at where his mother is behind him and give a funny little self-depreciating crooked smile, Rosia bends at the waist and lowers her lips to the tip of his erection. For several strokes of her hand she stays there, lips teasingly touching just the tip of his glans and making him wonder, is she...? Then she does. He sees and feels her mouth open, lips sliding tightly over his glans and down the shaft. All of it! She lets go with her hand, and then her head is bobbing up and down, cheeks sucked in as she applies herself to his shaft. The sensory avalance and mind shock hit him like a truck, and he jerks and threshes in the frame, crying out. "AAaaaahhhhHHHH! OOoohhhhhhh! AAAaaaaaaahhh!" Unlike his shout that echoes around the tiled room, his body barely moves at all in the unyielding frame. After a few more bobs of her head Simon's cries subside into teeth-gritting pants and moans. His legs, torso and arms are rippling with straining muscles against the holding frame. Rosia continues with the doctor and Mrs Abbercrombe-Smyth observe silently. After about 40 seconds that seem like glorious forever to Simon, but too brief for watchers, Rosia lifts her mouth free. "Well, a little bit longer it seems. He's close, I can feel it." She drops back to her task briefly then stops again, this time drawing a desperate whimper from Simon. Rosia again looks at his mother appraisingly, then seems to make a decision. "Very close. I think... oh, why not?" Standing up straight, looking directly at the older woman, Rosia grips the sides of her tight skirt and pulls upwards. In a single motion she brings the entire skirt to bunch up around her narrow waist. Letting go, its elastic tightness keeps it there, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down. She's not wearing any panties and is completely bare, not a hair to be seen. Her sex is a narrow slit in plump labia, showing some glistening dampness. She lifts her arms, holding them wide and rotating on the spot slowly, deliberately giving Mrs Abbercrombe-Smyth (and the doctor) a clear view from all angles. Facing the older woman again she says softly. "There. That's contract clauses nine and ten out of the way. Satisfactory?" "Yes, very good. You are certainly beautiful my dear, and I'm impressed by your attitude. Do proceed, please. I am guessing you intend to demonstrate number sixteen?" Rosia grins in mischief. "You guessed it. Also enthusiasm." She starts to climb up onto the insect-couch, putting her feet on frameworks to either side of Simon's hips. Simon is watching this wide-eyed, an expression of disbelief on his face. Now he gets a close view between this princess's spread thighs. As she lowers herself she spreads far enough that her labia open, revealing dark pink intricacies within. And then the view is gone, along with his erection as she slides down onto him. ------ %%% incomplete, in progress ------ I have many incomplete stories (too many tales, not enough time), and these days am trying to straighten up and write right - finish before posting. Hence not posting at all, ha ha. But someone asked me to post this one 'in progress', so here it is. Though I'm not posting the story outline/plan.