From: an397885@anon.penet.fi (Richard Lovel) Reply-To: an397885@anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.masturbation Subject: PeterFile#02: OVERDRAWN AT THE SPERM BANK (mast, F/m, nurses, mild bond,breasts) Date: Sat, 11 Nov 1995 08:49:41 UTC Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Message-ID: <085311Z11111995@anon.penet.fi> NOTICE: The following is one chapter in the series "The Peter Files", a work of=20 fiction intended solely for the enjoyment of adults. Each chapter involves= =20 frank and explicit descriptions of male masturbation in a context of sexual= =20 submission to women. The complete series involves varying elements of=20 humiliation and exposure, mild bondage, breast worship, female= nurse/doctors,=20 and threat of castration (but no serious violence or unpleasantness). If you= =20 are a minor, or if stories such as described here and below would be illegal= =20 in your location, or if you are likely to be offended by the subject, please= =20 do not read further. Moreover, the persons, medical institutions, medical facts and opinions, and= =20 situations described herein are entirely fictional. Masturbation is a= normal,=20 healthy, and desirable activity. Expressions to the contrary in this work= are=20 for the fictional purpose of exploring and enjoying certain sexual attitudes= =20 and imagery involving masturbation. If you have any concern over the=20 healthiness or acceptability of masturbation, please refer to a recognized= =20 book on personal sexuality or a healthcare professional. The author appreciates email feedback and discussions on this work and its= =20 subject. Copyright 1995 by Richard Lovel.=20 (the fun stuff begins at this point) **************** snip ********************** THE PETER FILES, A CASE STUDY OF MASTURBATORY ADDICTION Published by=20 Masturbation Dependency Program Institute for Correction of Sexual Misbehavior Series Editor: Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital Therapist Currently available chapters in "the Peter Files": PeterFile#01: A STUDY OF MASTURBATORY ADDICTION (mast, F/m, nurse) (Introduction to the series by Dr. Margaret Wilson) PeterFile#02: OVERDRAWN AT THE SPERM BANK (mast, F/m, nurses, mild= bond,breasts) (Peter is introduced to modern techniques of clinical sperm extraction.) PeterFile#03: SUMMER CAMP (mast, F/m, teasing, mild w/s) (An early, formative experience.) PeterFile#04: PENIS CREAM (mast, F/m, teasing, nurse, breasts) (Peter receives treatment for masturbation-induced penile abrasions.) Warning: this series involves a frank and explicit exposition of= masturbatory=20 practices and associated sexual behaviors and may stimulate sexual arousal= in=20 susceptible males. IF YOU BEGIN TO EXPERIENCE PENILE ERECTIONS OR THE URGE= TO=20 ENGAGE IN UNSUPERVISED SEXUAL SELF-STIMULATION, WE URGE YOU TO STOP READING= AT=20 ONCE AND SEEK THE GUIDANCE OF A QUALIFIED GENITAL THERAPIST. ********************************************** Overdrawn at the Sperm Bank (Editor=92s Note: Modern techniques of clinical sperm extraction are= remarkably=20 effective, but the more powerful physical gratification produced can prove= =20 addictive to some men. Here the experience unfortunately exacerbates Peter= =92s=20 pre-existing tendencies. =96 Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital= Therapist) Lucy was seated beside me on the couch as she studied, wearing a blue denim= =20 work shirt and cutoffs. We had been seeing each other casually for a few=20 weekends, on "study dates", as I helped her with freshman calculus. I had=20 always been numbingly shy around girls, but Lucy was two years my junior,= with=20 an easy, friendly manner that made me feel comfortable. I still could not=20 muster the nerve to make a non-platonic move, but lately we had been joking= a=20 lot about sex, as we both began to feel the potential growing in the=20 friendship. I was hoping that Lucy might finally be the girl to introduce me= =20 to the as yet unknown mysteries of sex. But tonight I was staring at the wall of the small college dorm room,= ignoring=20 both the book in my lap and the nearness of her sexy body. Occasionally she= =20 glanced sideways at me, wondering why I seemed so preoccupied. At last she= =20 could stand it no longer.=20 "You're really down tonight, Peter. What=92s the matter?"=20 "Oh, it=92s just=85 I'm just worried about my finances. I'm carrying a heavy= load=20 this semester, and I had to give up my part-time job. Now I've got to find= =20 some way to earn a little money, something that doesn't take much time. I= just=20 can't make it on what I saved over the summer."=20 She put her book down and looked thoughtful. "Maybe I can help. There's got= to=20 be a way. Let's see, have you thought about tutoring?"=20 "No, that takes too much time. I=92d fall behind in my studies."=20 "Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, what about this: I heard some of the= other=20 kids pick up extra money by selling blood to the blood bank."=20 The idea made me shiver. "I, uh, don't care for needles, much. I nearly= faint=20 when I get a shot."=20 She laughed. "Don't be such a sissy. I've given blood, and it doesn't hurt a= =20 bit." But I would have none of it. After several more suggestions were tried= =20 and found wanting, she began to take on some of my gloom.=20 But a new idea suddenly occurred to her, and she looked up devilishly. "I=20 know! You could donate sperm! You know, to a sperm bank. I mean sell it,=20 actually. There's a new clinic that pays $45 per sample. Linda told me her= =20 boyfriend tried it." Then in a tease, "Of course, you know what you=92d have= to=20 do for it, don=92t you? I=92ll bet it=92s real embarrassing."=20 Hiding my total lack of sexual sophistication, I nonchalantly said, "Hell,= =20 everybody masturbates. I don't see what's so hard about jacking off into a= =20 bottle. It's no more embarrassing than taking a urine sample."=20 "Well, I hate to do that, too. Besides, it's not just masturbating. Linda= said=20 it was really weird what they made him do. You sure it wouldn't bother you?= I=20 bet it would."=20 I was hardly wild about the idea, but Lucy, without meaning to, was calling= my=20 bluff. With more confidence than I felt, I said, "Nothing to it. In fact,= I'll=20 give it a try."=20 The next morning I called the clinic and made an appointment. They gave me= =20 little information except to request that I abstain from sex or masturbation= =20 until my appointment. There was little danger of sex in the interim, but=20 refraining from my usual and frequent manual releases was difficult. Two= days=20 later I entered a door bearing the sign "WORTHAM FERTILITY CLINIC". The=20 receptionist checked my name and said, "Oh yes, Mr. Stroker. Dr. Wortham= will=20 see you now."=20 She led me into an office, and I was not at all prepared for what I saw.=20 Seated behind a large mahogany desk was a smartly-dressed attractive woman= in=20 her late thirties. Her dark blond hair was tied back in a professional but= =20 becoming style. I sneaked a glance at her shapely figure as she rose to= greet=20 me. "How do you do? I'm Gloria Wortham. Won't you have a seat?"=20 Face to face with the very womanly doctor, I was seized with sudden shyness= =20 about the business I had come for. She understood and took the initiative.= =20 "Now, Peter, I understand you wish to donate sperm. I know you may be a= little=20 anxious during your first visit, but there is no need to be embarrassed in= the=20 least. But before I explain the procedure, I'll need some information about= =20 your medical history."=20 She began a long series of questions about the state of my health and of my= =20 family. Finally she said, "Well, that all seems in order. But now I must ask= =20 some rather personal questions pertaining to your emotional health. Do you= =20 consider your sex life satisfactory?"=20 "Yes..uh...I think so..."=20 "You have a girl friend, I suppose?" She began probing in detail my sex life= =20 and private relations with Lucy. I was embarrassed to admit to my lack of=20 experience, and pretended to rather more than I had. At last she seemed=20 satisfied.=20 "I hope you will forgive me for being so inquisitive, but I must understand= =20 your motives for being here. For young men of a certain character, our=20 procedure can have unfortunate side effects."=20 I was becoming increasingly uneasy. "Side effects? But I thought I was just= =20 supposed to... you know..."=20 "In conventional clinics, the donor is placed in a private room and= instructed=20 to masturbate into a specimen bottle. But here at the Wortham Clinic we= employ=20 a highly advanced technique to extract semen. A technique," she continued= with=20 pride, "I myself have developed. The specimens we obtain are far larger and= =20 more potent."=20 I was thoroughly worried now. "You don't use needles, do you?"=20 She laughed. "Oh heavens, no. Your semen will be obtained through a process= of=20 masturbation, but in a novel manner. Our procedure is most pleasant, I=20 promise. In fact, the donor experiences a very powerful sexual= gratification,=20 even more gratifying than during normal masturbation. Does it embarrass you= to=20 discuss this?"=20 I was shifting nervously in my chair. "N...no, not at all."=20 "Good. I think it best if we are quite frank about it. Sexual sensations are= =20 an essential part of the method, and we want you to experience them to the= =20 fullest. The side effects I mentioned are emotional in nature: For some men,= =20 the intense sexual gratification of the method may be... habit forming. I= will=20 explain more as we go along. Are you still willing to proceed?"=20 I was more than willing. Her calm, professional promise of extraordinary=20 sexual pleasure was unbelievably exciting. Trying to hide my eagerness, I=20 agreed.=20 "Just one more question, Peter. There will be technicians present during the= =20 procedure, and it will be necessary for them to handle your genitals=20 extensively. Do you object to this?"=20 "Well... who would it be?" I had the unpleasant vision of a burly male= nurse.=20 She smiled and spoke into the intercom. "Debbie, we're ready for you now."= The=20 door opened and a girl about my age entered. She was dressed as a nurse, but= =20 not in the usual starched sexless armor of the healthcare professional. Her= =20 white blouse and skirt were cut tightly, revealing her figure. And what a=20 figure! Enormous breasts billowed beneath her blouse, arresting my eyes for= =20 several seconds. Large firm hips and well-turned calves supported a pleasing= =20 plumpness; and an open, cheerful face crowned her earthy body. I couldn't= have=20 been happier when Dr. Wortham said, "Debbie will assist in taking your= sample=20 today."=20 Debbie gave me a broad smile and said, in a charming southern drawl, "Howdy,= =20 Peter. You just come along with me now, an' I'll fix you up." I smiled back= =20 shyly, and followed her down the hall.=20 She led me into a small room which looked like a doctor's examination room,= =20 with the unusual exception of full-length mirrors on two walls. There was a= =20 sink in one corner, and in the center of the room there was a padded bench= of=20 strange design. Otherwise the room contained only an armless straight-backed= =20 chair and a low stool.=20 "OK, Peter, step out of your pants and under shorts. You can leave your= shirt=20 on, if you want." I undressed and stood shyly before her, naked from the= waist=20 down, conscious of the rising erection ballooning my shirt tails. "Now over= =20 the bench with you," she commanded, indicating the mysterious furniture in= the=20 center of the room. It was similar to a low piano bench, though not quite as= =20 long. Under her instructions, I kneeled down and stretched out across it,=20 lying on my stomach. Debbie positioned my arms and legs along side the four= =20 legs of the bench, and to my surprise, bound my wrist to the bench leg with= a=20 wide leather strap. She reached for my other wrist, but I jerked it free.=20 "Here now, Peter. Don't squirm around so. I got to git you tied down."=20 "Wait! I don't understand. Why are you tying me?"=20 "Don't you worry," she soothed me. "Dr. Wortham will be along directly to=20 explain. This here is necessary. If you want us to take your sperm sample,= you=20 got to be tied down. Besides," she added in a teasing voice, "if you're a= good=20 boy, I'll show you somethin' you'll like."=20 Grinning broadly, she began unbuttoning her blouse. I could see part of a=20 sheer white bra and an incredibly deep cleavage beckoning me. "Now just let= me=20 get this other wrist strapped down and I'll show you some more." Mesmerized,= I=20 allowed her to finish her task and soon found myself bound by wrist and= thigh=20 to the four legs of the bench.=20 She then stood in front of me and fulfilled her promise. Slowly parting the= =20 blouse, she wriggled out of it and stood before me nude from the waist up=20 except for the sheer bra. Tan skin showed through the gauzy cups, and brown= =20 nipples made dark circles at the tips. "That's enough for now. Don't want to= =20 get you too worked up just yet. Are you comfortable?"=20 Glancing at my reflection in the mirrors, I saw what a ridiculous sight I=20 presented stretched over the bench. I lay on the soft padding which= supported=20 my weight. My shirt tails had ridden up, exposing my naked buttocks as if I= =20 were a small boy awaiting a spanking. My knees were spread apart by the=20 bindings, and, dropping my head, I could look back between my thighs at the= =20 delicate genitals dangling unprotected. The straps were tight but not=20 uncomfortably constricting. In fact, as I tugged gently against the bonds, I= =20 began to feel strangely content, even excited by my absolute helplessness=20 before the beautiful captor. Whatever was going to happen, it was beyond my= =20 control or responsibility. I could only relax and let it happen.=20 Just then the door opened behind me, and in the mirror I saw Dr. Wortham=20 enter. "Excellent, Debbie, I see he is ready. Let's begin." Taking the= chair,=20 she sat in front of me and smiled reassuringly. "You must have many= questions,=20 Peter. Let me explain what is happening to you. As I said, we will obtain= your=20 semen by a process of masturbation, but we will not have you manipulate=20 yourself. The reason is that when a man masturbates himself, he loses all=20 self-control in the rush to achieve his climax. It's just 'Wham, bam, thank= =20 you, hand'." She and Debbie chuckled at what must have been a standard joke.= =20 "That is quite to be expected, of course, but it does not allow his= testicles=20 time to release the optimal quantity of sperm."=20 Meanwhile Debbie had drawn up the stool behind my upraised posterior and sat= =20 down. In the mirror I saw her hands reaching between my thighs for my=20 vulnerable organs. Her fingers lightly grasped my sack and began a heavenly= =20 scratching. I moaned involuntarily with pleasure.=20 "But I have found (through extensive tests) that larger and more potent=20 samples are obtained when the whole matter is, shall we say, taken out of= the=20 donor's hands. The goal is to prolong the release, so the subject has time= to=20 develop a good strong pre-ejaculatory tension. The climax is like a fruit,= =20 Peter: it must not be taken before it is ripe. And we are very patient=20 gardeners."=20 The soft tickling on my tender glands was casting me into a trance. My voice= =20 was barely audible. "But... why did you... mmm... tie me up?"=20 "Well, Peter, we have found it necessary to restrain the donor during the=20 session. I think you will see why later."=20 Debbie extended her delicate tickling to the sensitive underside of my= shaft,=20 which jutted poker-stiff between my legs. The excitement caused my limb to= =20 drip its clear lubricant, and, catching one of these drops, she spread it= over=20 the tuck of skin just below the head. I began straining against the bonds,= not=20 for freedom but to savor the delightful feeling of captivity.=20 "He's drippin' pretty good now, Dr. Wortham. Should I milk him some?"=20 "Yes, I think he is ready for Phase Two. You'll like this, Peter."=20 The buxom girl reached for a bottle of baby oil and doused her left hand=20 liberally. Then grasping my sack firmly with her right, she squeezed her=20 slippery fingers over my shaft with a motion exactly like that of milking a= =20 cow. Waves of pleasure inundated me. Soon I was issuing soft moans, sounding= =20 for all the world like the lowing of a cow with her full udders in the hands= =20 of a country maid. Debbie's firm grip on my glands filled me with a warm,=20 secure feeling. I was completely under her control.=20 After a few moments, Dr. Wortham interrupted. "How do his testicles feel,=20 Debbie?"=20 "They're pretty tight, Doctor."=20 "Then let's go on to Phase Three."=20 Debbie released my private parts suddenly. The abandonment was nearly as= cruel=20 as a blow. I groaned in complaint.=20 "Don't worry, Peter, we're merely changing places. On a donor's first visit,= I=20 always like to take the specimen myself. Besides, Debbie has another treat= for=20 you."=20 Debbie now sat in front of me and to my great delight reached behind her= back=20 and unfastened her bra. Her magnificent breasts fell forward into my view.= =20 Each was perfectly shaped: full and round, jutting in a graceful curve, and= =20 decorated by a wide brown aureole tipped by a large pink nipple. They swayed= =20 slightly as she tossed the bra into a corner.=20 On the stool behind me Dr. Wortham explained, "As I mentioned earlier,= Peter,=20 sexual arousal is an important factor in our collection process. Part of=20 Debbie's job is to provide the donor with visual stimulation. I think she= does=20 that admirably, don't you?"=20 I was fascinated by the sight, and emboldened enough to ask, "Please, Dr.=20 Wortham, would it be all right, could I... just... kiss them?"=20 "Well! I don't know, Peter. It is highly irregular! Besides, Debbie might= not=20 wish to let you..."=20 "Oh, I don't mind, Doctor. I let some of the other donors do it."=20 "Well, all right then. But just a little." Debbie knelt before me and,= placing=20 her hand beneath her left breast, lifted it into my lips. I drew the= prominent=20 nipple into my mouth and tasted a rapture undreamed of. After a few minutes,= =20 Dr. Wortham coughed. "Ahem. I think that is enough, Debbie. Let's proceed."= =20 "Yes, Doctor." She drew back to her chair. Her cheeks were pink and the= nipple=20 was stiffly erect.=20 Dr. Wortham now began a light tickling on the swell of my manhood, as Debbie= =20 had done. But I soon realized that there was a great difference in the=20 abilities of the two women. Where Debbie was skilled, Dr. Wortham was=20 inspired. Where the girl was forthright and simple, the woman was subtle and= =20 unpredictable. She seemed to know telepathically the most sensitive point to= =20 attack, and when to withhold attack to increase my longing unbearably. She= =20 caressed my private spaces with divine cruelty, raising me to monstrous=20 excitement. Slowly, ever so slowly, she stroked the delicate underside of my= =20 member. Little by little she brought me to the brink of release and then --= =20 she stopped, withdrawing her hand to leave my shaft naked and quivering with= =20 longing. I groaned in an agony of disappointment.=20 "No, Peter, no," she sighed. "We won't finish just yet. I'm sorry, but we= must=20 let the pressure build a little more." Wild with frustrated lust, I= struggled=20 against the bonds, trying to reach my organs with my own hands, but the= straps=20 held firm. "You see, Peter, the bindings are quite necessary. You could not= =20 resist the desire to masturbate now, could you?"=20 "No..." I moaned in misery. I looked up at Debbie, who smiled back with=20 sympathetic understanding. The sight of her large bare breasts, hanging= almost=20 to her lap, was strangely soothing.=20 After a pause, the excruciating stroking began again. Time and again Dr.=20 Wortham brought me to the brink only to withdraw, ignoring my frantic pleas= =20 for release. Finally, she held me on the edge of fulfillment for what seemed= =20 like eternity, and I dreaded the moment that she would again abandon my= flesh=20 to its lonely torment. But to my great joy I heard, "Peter, I think it's= time.=20 I'm going to let you finish now, and I want a great big squirt."=20 She stroked my penis not fast but steadily, letting my desire push me slowly= =20 over the threshold. At last I felt the flood gates opening, and in near=20 delirium I looked back between my legs to see her cradling and massaging my= =20 member in one hand. The other hand brought a small glass specimen bottle up= =20 and pressed it to the tip, just as my grateful flesh pulsed and spurted a=20 stream of pearly liquid. Jet after jet gushed out, in audible spurts against= =20 the glass, more than I could believe possible, filling the bottle nearly to= =20 overflowing. "That's it, Peter, squirt for me. Don't hold back, let me have= it=20 all," she urged as she milked the last few drops of fluid from my loins.=20 Dr. Wortham patted my buttocks and left, taking her prize to the lab for=20 analysis, and I remained slumped speechless over the bench for some time=20 afterwards. Then Debbie untied me and helped me to dress. I was so weak I=20 could hardly stand. After I had rested, she helped me to walk back to Dr.=20 Wortham's office.=20 As I sat down, she beamed at me across her desk. "Well done, Peter, well= done.=20 Three milliliters of semen and 98 percent potent. You certainly have earned= =20 your fee." She began writing out a check. "Tell me, did you enjoy the=20 session?"=20 I was still dazed by the experience. "I... I... didn't know it would be= so...=20 like that. I've never felt like that before."=20 She paused and studied me carefully. "Peter, let me give you some advice.= For=20 your own good, go home to your nice girl friend and don't come back to= donate=20 sperm again. I think I see certain... tendencies in your character which=20 should not be encouraged. Of course, it's up to you. Your sperm will always= be=20 welcome."=20 "No, Dr. Wortham," I agreed. "I won't be back."=20 I took my leave and returned to the dorm. I went to bed early that night and= =20 slept deeply. I was awakened late the next morning by the ringing of the=20 telephone.=20 "Hello? ... Oh, hi, Lucy ... Yeah. It went OK at the clinic. Like I said, no= =20 big deal.... Hmmm, tonight? That sounds nice, but I don't think we should= get=20 together for a few days. I've got a big exam coming on Monday and I better= =20 cram for it ... Yeah, right. Real soon. Bye."=20 I sat on the edge of the bed for a few moments and then dialed a number.= "Dr.=20 Wortham? It's Peter Stroker.... I was wondering if, could I have another=20 appointment on Monday? ... Yeah, I know, but I really want one ... Great!=20 Thanks. Thanks a lot!"=20 * end * --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi