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The Clinic (FavoredFox x IntoTheMystic)

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IntoTheMystic

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"Thank god," Zach Henderson muttered beneath his breath when he walked through the doors of the clinic, barely able to believe he'd managed to successfully comply with the clinic's rigorous restrictions. Sure, he could have went to one of the three other sperm donation facilities on campus, but Zach's class schedule afforded him no time for a part-time job. Desperate for some cash he felt he had no choice but to go to the one that paid five times more than its competitors.

Zach might have been a college kid, but he wasn't stupid. He knew nothing came for free. In his case, his price for the premium pay-out meant he had to not only go two weeks with no orgasm, but also subject himself to a minimum of two one hour edging sessions per day. Once that 14 day regimen was completed, and he passed the tests to verify his compliance, he would be eligible to make his donation and receive the payday he so desperately needed.

The first few days went fine for Zach, no problems. By day 7 though he was starting to realize he'd likely made a mistake. By day 10, his ability to focus was all but obliterated by his need to cum and he was giving serious consideration to giving up. Still, he told himself if he could just make it four more days it would give him enough cash for spending money until the end of the semester. By day 12, he was a wreck. Thankfully, mercifully, day 14 had finally arrived and he was about to escape his blue ball hell.

Zach had just sat down in the waiting area, trying to find some way to focus on the four page agreement of waivers and releases he'd been handed when he checked in when he heard the cute receptionist call his name.

"Zach? Zach Henderson?"

She tried but failed to suppress a giggle as she gazed at the clearly desperate young man. "They're ready for you in the back now, Zach. All you need to do is sign your paperwork and then you'll be all taken care of." With a teasing wink she added, "No need to rush, feel free to take your time if you like."

By this point Zach hadn't even made it through the second paragraph of the first page, but waiting was the absolute last thing he could do at this point. He flipped to the last page, hurriedly signing his name in all of the required boxes as well as his already shaking hand would allow. Nearly sprinting up to the reception counter he handed the clipboard and the now signed document to the receptionist. "Here you go, all done!"

She giggled and with a wink teased, "A little eager today, are we? Right through those doors Mr. Henderson. Just relax, you're in our hands now."

Zach was led in to an examination room by a technician where he was asked to remove all of his clothes. After doing so he was provided one of those annoyingly humiliating paper thin hospital type gowns that did little to protect his modesty. Not that Zach had any reason to be overly modest. He was a handsome young man, slender athletic build, short blond hair, and the sort of blue eyes that often provoked smiles and double takes from the girls on campus. No matter. As long he was about to have the orgasm he was so desperately craving Zach couldn't care less what they made him wear.

"You'll be seeing Dr. Ore today, Zach. Dr. Scarlet Ore," the technician explained. Patting the examination table she instructed, "Just sit up here and relax. The doctor will be in to see you shortly." Once left alone Zach's gaze was locked on to the door handle, waiting to see the lever move, eagerly awaiting his 14 days of maddening frustration to finally, mercifully, come to an end.
 
Zach was left waiting in the little room for around 10 to 15 minutes. A small TV was held up in the corner while a compilation of orgasm porn videos played on repeat. Even if he looked away, there was no remote and no visible controls on the actual TV, so he was stuck listening to men grunt their orgasms deep inside the pussy of a very happy woman. Meanwhile, Dr. Ore was flipping through her chart with one hand and expertly stroking another man's cock with the other. Scarlet couldn't help herself, she extended her current patient's appointment and forced her next to wait. And it seemed this Mr. Henderson would be quite the eager beaver after 14 days of denial. Hopefully he kept to the regimen.

Only when the man on her table was effectively crying for his orgasm did Scarlet let go. He still had a few more days to go. "Same time tomorrow?"

A soft rapping at the door and the doctor opened the door. "Hello Mr. Henderson?" She greeted. Ruby painted pouty lips curled into a bright smile as she pushed a slim pair of glasses up the bridge of her nose. "It looks like you managed to make it two whole weeks. You must be ready to burst by now," she teased in a sultry voice. A white lab coat clung to her body, accenting her wide, gripable hips. Bouncy breasts were held up by a lacy bra that could just be made out over the low neck of her shirt. Busty and perfect. "Of course, you can only make a deposit if you followed the instructions. Have you experienced any form of orgasm in the last two weeks?" She asked, holding up a clip board and pen to write down his answers.
 
By the time the doctor entered the exam room the inescapable sights and sounds of sex taunting Zach from the TV had caused a noticeable tent to pitch in the flimsy fabric of his gown. And as if that wasn't bad enough when the doctor herself entered she was hotter than any of the porn actresses he'd been ogling as he waited!

"You have no idea," he groaned in exasperation in response to her teasing comment. "Honestly, I wasn't sure I was going to make it, thank god I didn't have to wait another day. I don't think I could have done it." The breast obsessed young man's gaze lingered involuntarily at the way her cleavage strained against the lacy fabric until her forced himself to look away. Unfortunately his gaze landed back on the TV where his mind was pummeled with more scenes of sex and orgasms. Zach's eyes clenched tightly shut, and when he re-opened them he simply gazed straight ahead at the wall, doing his best to avoid the sexual stimulation that seemed to be closing in around him.

"Absolutely not, I promise!," he quickly replied in response to the doctor's question about his orgasms. "And, I did the two edging sessions every day too, for at least an hour every time. I swear, I did!" The desperation in Zach's voice was palpable, his eyes looking at the doctor pleadingly. Then, in a softer, nearly quivering voice he all but begged, "You have to believe me, please? I did everything I was supposed to do, I promise I did. I swear, I really did."
 
Her eyes remained professionally on the clip board, however her eyes were glimmering. She felt the warmth of arousal build. Scarlet could pick a good one the first few moments she walked through the door. He was already popping a stiffy and better yet, he was already pleading. "I'm sorry Mr. Henderson, but I can't accept your words at face value. I hope you understand." The end of the pen was tapped against a plush lower lip. "Our fool proof tests will give me all the information I need. Now," the doctor cleared her throat and set the clip board down. "You must be eager to get started. So, please move the gown aside and let me examine your erection."

"I'll be needing a pre-seed sample from you. It'll sound difficult but," her lips curled up again. "You'll need to edge for me a few more times as well, just until you can fill this cup with a precum sample." Said cup was taken from a cabinet and shown off to the client. It wasn't small. Most men she encountered took at least 3 or 4 edges to fill it to the dotted line. Then I'll be taking measurements of your erected penis, as well as weighing your balls." Scarlet took a moment to flip through the chart once more and found herself nearly purring at what she saw.

Zach, in his horny haze, had signed a ten year contract with them. And she had full rights to do as she pleased. "Oh my, it seems as though you have a long day ahead of you. I suggest you begin immediately. To ensure no accidental emissions I'll be monitoring your edging." She stated while offering him the cup.
 
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Zach was unable to conceal a look of agonized torment on his face when he learned that even more edging would be necessary. And, to make matters worse, in front of the doctor?? Zach had never stroked himself in front of a woman before, and quite honestly needing to edge yet again was the absolute last thing he wanted to do.

Still, he'd endured two weeks of this maddening frustration by this point. If that's what needed to be done in order to have the release, and cash payout, he so desperately needed then he could endure this one last time. "Ok, fine," he agreed in a defeated, frustrated voice. "But please? It won't be much longer, will it?"

His face blushed slightly with embarrassment as he removed the gown as instructed, took the cup in one hand and his cock in the other. Even before Zach began his cock looked swollen and needy and within minutes his hardon was raging, pitifully drooling strands of pre-cum in to the sample cup. Feeling too humiliated to make eye contact with the doctor, Zach gazed at the floor as he edged for her. Well, other than those moments when he was unable to resist the temptation of longingly gazing at Scarlet's mouth-watering breasts.

The longer he continued the more labored his breathing became, his chest heaving visibly as soft moans and whimpers of need came from him. Finally, Zach saw that the pre-cum that had accumulated in the cup had reached the fill line so with a deep exhale he stopped. His hand was shaking noticeably as he handed the cup to the doctor, his voice now soft and unsteady. "Here.... are we almost done now? Please?," he asked in a distressed voice. Zach could not have possibly felt more self conscious, standing naked before this gorgeous doctor with a raging erection that was swollen, dripping and quivering in mid-air with desperate need.
 
Scarlet watched on, unashamedly staring at the dripping cock. Every time Zach brought himself to the edge to drip out more she felt a pleasant tingling between her legs. She giggled sweetly and took the offered cup. "You're very drippy today Mr. Henderson. The test shouldn't take long, I'll be taking your deposit soon." She turned with the cup in hand and felt the high heel on her right foot slip out from under her. Perhaps it was an accident, perhaps it was on purpose, but Scarlet let out a little yelp as she fell onto her ass on the ground. The cup flew up, spun and splattered the woman's face and cleavage.

The fall left her in a bit of disarray, her breasts had nearly fallen out of her shirt and the tight little skirt slipped up high. Zach would get a very nice view of Dr. Ore's lacy black panties, as well as a mock bukake. "Oh no, I'm such a clutz!" she declared with a pout, her red lips painted in his precum. "You wouldn't mind giving another pre-seed sample, would you?"
 
Zach's face reddened even more in humiliation when the doctor so casually commented about how drippy he was. His shame though was soon to turn to horror when he watched what happened next. To Zach the entire fall seemed to play out in nightmarish slow motion before his eyes, the end result being that to his utter dismay the sample cup was once again empty.

"Oh god, please no? Do I have to??," he instinctively pleaded, eyes wide with disbelief at what had just happened. "I swear to god, I promise. I did everything I was supposed to do for two weeks. I really did, I promise!"

Zach looked at her helplessly, whimpering softly beneath his breath. Wth her clothes now in disarray and slipping off of her curves, her face and lips glistening with smears of pre-cum Scarlet looked outrageously sexy. "Ok, ok.... I'll do it, I'll do it," he conceded. "But please? I really need to.... you know... make my donation soon." Feeling as if he had no choice, Zach resumed, edging once more as his agonizingly swollen cock was once again oozing more pre-cum in to the cup.

By the time he stopped Zach was panting and he was feeling dizzy with frustration, his legs so rubbery he had to lean back against the exam table to keep his balance. "Ok..... h-here you go again," as he offered her the cup. "It won't take long for your tests, will it?," he asked in a pleading voice.
 
While the cup was refilled Scarlet took a few paper towels to clean herself off. Her clothes were righted and she waited patiently to take the refilled cup. "Oh not long," she assured, opening the door and handing it off to a nurse. "It should be done by the time I've finished your exam. Please lay back with your hands behind your back." From the pocket of her lab coat the woman pulled out a measuring tape. "How have you felt the passed two weeks?" she questioned while running the tape up the underside of his cock to get the length. "You've edged two hours every day for 14 days, it must have been quite the task to keep yourself from cumming. How often did it cross your mind, and how many times did you get unwanted erections?"

Painted fingernails run up and down the length of his shaft in 'accidental' brushes. "Not much change here," she murmured, pulling away to write some things down. A small scale was then placed under the heavy sack. "Oh my goodness, your testicals have nearly doubled in weight since your first visit. You really are close to bursting aren't you?"
 
"The first few days were alright, but after that it's been really hard to keep going, I wasn't sure I was going to make it." The more Zach spoke the more shaky his voice became, each 'accidental' touch causing involuntary gasps and whimpers from him. "It's all I could think about," he confessed in a weak, tormented voice. "I can't study, I can't think.... all I've been able to think about for the past few days has been today and finally getting to.... you know... make my donation."

His face blushed slightly when he responded to her question about erections. "It happens all the time, it seems like it doesn't take hardly anything at all for it to happen now. It's awful... especially since I can't, you know, do anything about it."

Zach closed his eyes, partially in embarrasment and partially to block the visual stimulation he was getting from the curvy doctor and the porn playing out right before his eyes. He found it embarrasing to admit, but he confessed, "Yes, it won't take long. I"m so close, I've been so close for days now." In a noticeably pained voice Zach added, "They feel so full, they ache so bad... they've ached for days."
 
She hummed softly while moving the scale and cupping his balls in her palm. "The test will be back soon, but I think you're telling the truth." The warm palm squeezed over his balls a little too tightly, "They are pretty swollen and throbbing, and if the test comes back negative we'll just discard the donation. So let's get started okay? Close your eyes and try to relax while I milk your penis." A stool was pulled up so she could sit beside her patient. The cup was held in one hand, while the woman delicately traced her finger along the underside of the shaft and tapped the slit a few times. "Please give me your aged spunk in controled spurts," she stated in a professional tone while teasing poor Zach to the brink of orgasm and holding him there.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you in the future. Your file says you'll be coming back to the clinc a lot in the coming months." While she spoke Scarlet's fingers tickled the head of Zach's cock. "I'm excited to see your reactions after three weeks, your balls could weight triple what they are now. It's really quite facinating."
 
Zach winced when Scarlet's palm squeezed his tender, cum-filled balls but then groaned, "Oh thank god," when she mentioned milking his penis. He had no clue what she meant by 'controlled spurts'. That sounded insane. "W-what?? What do you mean controlled," he asked in confusion. "I can't do that."

His hips were already lifting up off the exam table in anticipation of his explosion, when to his dismay her pace slowed and his orgasm seemed to be trapped in his throbbing erection. He gasped and pleaded, "More..... please more?? Oh god I'm so close!" Zach's back arched and his hips bucked higher but still his orgasm remained elusive.

Now what was she talking about?? Zach was shaking his head, "No, no... no, just today, that's all. I'm not coming back, I can't go through this again." He grunted as he tried to force his orgasm to occur yet somehow the doctor managed to keep it just out of reach. Shaking his head more vigrously he said, "W-wait.... what?? Next week? No, no..... today, I need to donate today, I can't wait another week! I can't even wait another day!" Panting with need he pleaded, "Please, just a little more.... I'm almost there!"
 
Zach writhed and Scarlet smiled. Watching him was causing the familiar heat of arousal to bloom between her legs. Her pussy was tingling and she could feel her natural wetness growing. "Oh but, Mr. Henderson, you've signed a few contracts today. You'll be continuing your work with us for several years, you must be very dedicated." She hummed softly, continuing her tease for a little longer before finally taking pity. "It's time, please ejaculate," she cooed, now rubbing her finger directly over the frenulum.

Dr. Ore was very good at her job. She could read Zach's body language and feel his tensing muscles. "Perfect." She pushed him over the edge, or rather, she lightly tapped him over and pulled her hand back while positioning the cup. It took a full 10 seconds of twitching, throbbing cock before a little dribble of cum dripped into the cup. It could hardly be called a spurt... nonetheless an orgasm. "This is all we need today. Please continue your daily edgings as instructed."
 
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Contracts?

Years?

What in god's name was this crazy woman talking about??

"No, no way. Not me. You've got me mistaken for someone else. I just came here today to make my donation and get paid, that's all. Just today, no more!" After the last two weeks the thought of enduring any more of this frustration was unimaginable to Zach. Still, he could feel his orgasm building. And building. Oh god, he needed this so bad. All Zach wanted was to cum, get his money, and then say good-bye to this place. It built at a slow, torturous pace that had his body squirming and writhing on the exam table, until finally, thankfully, he felt himself reach the point of no return.

That was precisely the instant that Scarlet stopped all stimulation and rather than exploding in orgasmic relief Zach's cock was left helplessly twitching and bobbing, frantically searching for that one additional touch that would make it explode. Unfortunately, that never occurred and all that happened was that his cock pitifully oozed a small stream of cum and his body was racked with far more frustration than pleasure.

"Don't stop, don't stop! Oh god, no no no! Just a little more, I'm right there!" His pleas were useless though, his cock still nearly as hard, swollen and desperate as it had been a moment earlier before his nearly useless spurt. With his head rolling from side to side on the exam table in frustration Zach whimpered, "No. No more, I can't take this any more. I'm not coming back any more. I don't care about the money any more, all I want is to cum."
 
"Silly boy, did you not read the contracts before signing them? You've graciously volunteered to join my clinical trial, and your signature has promised your cooperation until it's conclusion." She waited until he finished his pathetic drooling, then curled her thumb and forefinger around the base. He teasing began a new, slowly stroking up and down the shaft but never touching the head. It was light and fleeting, but slowly getting stronger and stronger and then backing off when she thought he was getting too close. "Failure to comply now would result in massive fines. Fines I'm sure an unemployed student couldn't afford. So of course you'll be coming back. I think I'll get a little more though, It's always good to have a back up sample."

"I'll finish milking your cock, then you'll return to your daily edging regimen for another three weeks. If you feel you don't have the control to edge yourself you may make an appointment here and I will perform the task for you. You're continued frustration will give me a lot of information, so please suffer as much as possible." She did it again, tipping the man over the edge and pulling away to watch yet another ruined orgasm.
 
Oh christ. The papers he hadn't bothered to read before signing when he'd been in such a hurry for his orgasm! Surely they couldn't have said what she was implying?!

Zach's face turned white as a ghost and he pleaded, "I... I didn't know. I'm sorry! Look, I don't care if I get paid anything at all, just please can we forget about all of this??" Already Scarlet's hand was back on his cock, skillfully working him back up toward another orgasm. Zach fell quiet, his body responded and began to writhe beneath her touch, but once again her hand abandoned him at the last instant, leaving him to suffer with yet another ruined orgasm.

"Noooo!," he pleaded. "Why are you stopping?? Please, I'm begging you! Just let me cum and then I'll do as you ask. Please??" Oh fuck. There was her hand again. Stroking. Teasing. Bringing him back to the edge and moments later he was nearly teary eyed from the frustration of yet another ruined orgasm.

Panting, he pleaded, "Ok, ok, ok.... no more, no more. I'll do it, I'll do what you say.... please, just stop." Feeling helpless and defeated, Zach lay on the exam table shaking in frustration, his cock aching with need, wondering how he could possibly survive three more weeks of this.
 
"Because you've joined my study on male frustration and semen production. If I were to allow you to orgasm fully right now your arousal would dissipate, such a thing cannot be allowed." She milked his cock until he begged her to stop. She smiled and capped the cup and set it aside. "Now then, let's take another look at your chart." The woman flipped through the pages, humming quietly to herself. "It seems you've agreed to the microchip implant as well, it will record your arousal and desperation as well as your edge count." She tapped her fingertip on the clip board. "You've even signed over your orgasms to me until the trial is finished. I'm expecting at least a year just to get the grant. You and I will be working together for a very long time Zach. Thank you very much for your dedication."
 
This was rapidly getting worse by the minute. "Wait, wait, wait...... microchip? What are you talking about? What kind of microchip??" Zach looked at the doctor pleadingly and begged, "I was just lookig for a little extra money, that's all. Not... all of this. Please? You don't understand, I'm already feeling so desperate. I'll never be able to last through a year of this, it's impossible."

Zach looked down at his cock that was still swollen and quivering, beads of pre-cum still oozing from the tip. He looked at Scarlet and said, "Let me be honest with you, even if I had wanted to have signed up for all of this there's no way I could do it. I mean, I don't have that much willpower. Nobody has that much willpower. I'm just telling you, that even if I try to do what you ask I know sooner or later I'm going to give in." His voice became softer, needier, "I need it so bad already and it's only been two weeks. I'm just telling you, no matter how hard I try I know I can't do it."
 
"Begging so much, it just proves you're the perfect test subject." The vixen of a woman gathed some paper towels to wipe the man clean, being extra careful not to stimulate the penis enough to make him cum. "The papers have already been signed Zach, and it's been so difficult to find viral young men to sign up so I can't let you back out of your contract." Scarelt tossed the towels and opened a drawer to pull a few things out. A bottle of gell, a spray bottle, and a syringe with a long needle. "If you already believe you can't keep control of yourself then it is a very good thing you concented to the microchip."

Snapping on a pair of rubber gloves she turned to face her patient, holding the syringe in one hand. "Don't worry, you won't feel a thing. Just lay back and relax."
 
Zach tried desperately to get the doctor to change her mind but he could see that he was getting nowhere. Clearly he didn't have the money to buy his way out of this contract he'd so foolishly signed and he felt trapped. "Oh god," he whispered beneath his breath to himself, realizing his situation was all but hopeless.

Maybe if he complied with what this woman said she'd go easy on him. Maybe he could find a way to get on her good side and she would come to her senses and put an end to this madness. It was his only chance. Feeling as if he had no other choice Zach laid back on the table, closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, doing his best to relax.
 
"There you go, take a deep breath." She returned to the stool and settled herself between his legs. She used a bit of gel to numb the area between his ball sack and the base of his shaft. "Stay still and this won't hurt a bit. But if you squirm I might miss, so don't move." Her voice was soothing and sweet as she grabbed his balls and tugged them down. The needle went in with no pain, and the microchip was inserted just under the skin. If he touched it, he'd be able to feel a bump. When the chip activated a green light blinked on and could very clearly be seen. There would be no hiding it. "There we go, all done."

Zach didn't know it, but the microchip was already taking over the nerves and muscles. He'd feel a slight tingle as it stimulated his testicles to make more sperm; by the end of three weeks his seed volume would be quadrupled. It would do as she said it would, record his arousal level and take record of how long he was kept on the edge. All very important data for her research. However she knew Zach was right, the boy would never make it three weeks on his own, which was the reason for her favorite use of the chip. The moment Zach started an unauthorized ejaculation the chip would send a painful shock of electricity through his nuts and clamp shut the tubes that pushed out his semen to effectively cut off the orgasm.

There did seem to be a glitch in the system, something she was sure had been worked out. After each failed attempt the chip would increase the stimulation in his balls. The last test subject had come back after two months, hanging on the edge of orgasm, and the information in the chip stated he'd been on that edge for two weeks straight. But of course that had been fixed. Right?

Scarlet began to clean up. "I'll send you home with a packet with details of the microchip, I urge you to read it when you get home. I'll also give you more detailed instructions for your self denial these next few weeks. If you have any questions or concerns please don't hesitate to call."
 
Having no choice, Zach continued his daily edging when he returned home, the blinking green light a cruel reminder that Scarlet would know if he didn't do as instructed. Within days though he sensed someting was different. Something had to be wrong. His balls that already were so swollen and heavy now seemed to be filling even more quickly.

He felt as if he were slowly but surely losing his mind, all he could think about was how desperately he wanted to cum. Studying was all but impossible. Sleep was restless. Even his appetite was beginning to lessen. No matter how he tried to distract himself the ever present ache in his cum-filled balls was inescapable.

Eventually after one week Zach had endured as much as he could. He no longer cared about the chip. He no longer cared about the contract. Nothing mattered more than his need to cum. Stretched out on his bed he decided he could take no more and began jerking rapidly and furiously, deciding whatever the consequences of cumming might be couldn't be worse than one more minute of his unbearable need to cum.

Just as he was about to go over the edge and feel the blissful relief of orgasm though the chip cruelly engaged, not only preventing his orgasm but also giving him a painful shock reminding him that it was now Scarlet, not himself, who was in control of his cock. Tears began rolling down his face as he slammed his fists on the bed, moaning, "No, no, no, noooo.... no more, I can't take it!"

Making matters worse, from the point in time he tried to make himself cum something seemed even more wrong with his balls. Zach felt a warm, tingling, almost pleasurable sensation but unfortunately it seemed to have somehow ramped up his sperm production and his need for release. He could barely sleep at all that night, tossing and turning as he moaned in frustration. When he woke the next morning not only did his balls feel unbearably full but his cock was rock hard, pulsing and weeping non-stop tears of pre-cum.

Realizing something had to be horribly wrong with him Zach could take no more. After getting dressed he made an emergency trip to the clinic. The same cute receptionist who'd given him the contract he'd so foolishly signed was working. When he walked in Zach's erection not only protruded obscenely within his pants, but a damp spot of pre-cum was shamefully obvious on the fabric. His voice was weak and unsteady, his body trembling as he pleaded to the receptionist, "Is Dr. Ore in? I need to see her, something's wrong with me. Please??"
 
"Oh my, Zach." Dr. Ore just opened the door with her purse resting over her shoulder, just about to go home. "It seems you tried to ejaculate without permission." She sighed softly, irritated, though not so much at Zach. In fact, she'd been expecting his insubordination, but the fact the chip was still malfunctioning was disheartening. That didn't bode well for the intended use of the chip. The male cock could withstand such things, making it the perfect test subject but... Another sigh and Scarlet reached into her purse and pulled out a card, handing it to him. "Come to this address tomorrow morning and I'll be able to reverse the effects. Please bring a suitcase of your things as the recovery may take a while." The address was to a testing facility, a beautifully taken care of building with an extravagant interior.
 
"Tomorrow morning??," Zach replied in disbelief. "Can't you do something now? I mean, just turn off the chip or something??" He was in full-scale panic mode. Zach wasn't sure he could stand another five minutes of this frustration, let alone having to wait until tomorrow morning and perhaps even longer than that??

Briefly he made eye contact with the receptionist, looking at her with a helpless expression as if maybe she might be able to do something to give him the relief he needed. Realizing his situation was hopeless Zach sighed dejectedly and in a weak, quivering voice said, "Ok, fine... I'll try... but I don't know if I can last that long. You don't understand, I really don't think I can take anymore of this."

Unfortunately Zach had yet another restless night, tossing and turning, aching to cum and release the cum that seemed to still be filling his balls at an agonizing rate. When he limped out of bed the next morning his balls felt even noticeably larger than the day before, heavier, a persistent inescapable sensation of the trapped cum churning within them. At the same time his cock was engorged and swollen, now a desperately swollen drooling leaky faucet of pre-cum. Zach tossed a few things in to a duffle bag, slipped on a t-shirt and loose fitting gym shorts then hurriedly made his way to the address on the business card he'd been provided.

Beads of perspiration were already apparent on his forehead and his voice was unsteady as he spoke to the receptionist. "My name is Zach Henderson. I'm here to see Dr. Ore? Is she here? It's important that I see her really soon. I don't feel good.... I don't feel good at all."
 
The receptionist here was much different from the one at the first clinic. A skimpy nurses outfit that seemed like it came from some sort of sexy Halloween store than any sort of uniform. Her breasts were large and very nearly popped out of her top, her lips were painted red and perfectly pouty. "Don't worry darling, she'll cum when she's ready for you," she cooed, and was that word choice on purpose? She pointed to the waiting chairs that had a few men already waiting. Three men, two with painful looking bulges in their pants, one of which was rubbing it furiously and soaking the front of his jeans. The other was sitting with heavy panting, and the third had his dick whipped out and was rubbing it furiously and mumbling 'gotta let it out, gotta let it out," and yet nothing but pre cum was released, so much of it in fact that his hand was soaked and a puddle had been made on the floor.

Scarlet walked in a good 20 minutes later and smiled oh so sweetly to the four men. They all jumped, hoping they would be next, but they weren't her patients. "Welcome Mr. Henderson," she cooed. She too was differently dressed. The lab coat was even shorter and there didn't seem to be any sort of shorts under it. Instead black, thigh high stockings were held up by a garter belt. "Please, cum with me," again the word was given an inflation. "It seems you'll be staying for a while until your chip can be repaired. Please do your best not to masturbate without permission."

Dr. Ore lead the way to the back where hospital rooms had been set up, each one a private room. A few moans and desperate cries could be heard as well as pleas for release, but none could be seen inside. She brought him to a room and opened the door. It was quite simple, in fact it looked like a cheap motel room with a TV and security camera. The bed looked quite comfy, soft and plush. "This will be your room until further notice. I'm sure you have many questions, but please ask them while we get on with the initial exam. Strip please, and lay on your back."
 
Seriously?

Was this really necessary?

To have an outrageously sexy nurse / receptionist to greet the patients when they walked in the door? As much as he tried to resist Zach's instincts prevailed, unable to keep from absorbing the view of her alluring lips and tempting cleavage that looked about to burst from its confines. His already painfully hard erection twitched in his gym shorts, and his soft, "Thank you," came out sounding more like a weak, pitiful whimper.

He fidgeted and squirmed in his chair, trying to find a comfortable position but the reality was that in Zach's condition no such position existed. He picked up several magazines, not to read though. Instead, he laid them on his lap, doing his best to conceal the lewd way his erection protruded and tried to poke through the fabric, not to mention the embarrassing damp spot from his incessant drooling of pre-cum.

As if the visual treat the receptionist offered wasn't enough torment, the sight of Dr. Scarlet Ore herself was even more maddening. His eyes locked on to the sway of her hips as he followed behind her, the stockings and garters like magnets to his eyes, drawing his gaze to the creamy soft flesh of her thighs.

Under normal circumstances Zach would have felt awkward and uncomfortable about being told to strip in front of a woman like Dr. Ore. However, with his erection straining and pressing against his shorts he welcomed the relief of allowing his engorged, swollen hard-on to be set free.

Just the sight of Dr. Ore's tantalizing curves and the silky sultry sounds of her voice was more than enough to have Zach's breathing and heart rate elevated. Doing his best to follow her instructions once he had stripped and laid down on his back Zach drew his arms away from his sides, the palms of his hands lying flat against the bed.

Meanwhile, his erection took full advantage of its new found freedom. The drooling head pointed straight toward the ceiling and the steely hard swollen shaft pulsed, causing the engorged needy flesh to bob and twitch in mid-air. At the same time, Zach felt the inescapable aching and churning sensation in his heavy, cum-swollen balls, as if for some unknown reason his body was now trying to produce enough cum to supply an army of men, rather than for just one lone college student.

"Please, you've got to help me..... I can't take anymore of this," Zach pleaded to the doctor. "Something's wrong.... really, really wrong..... I ache so bad and my balls feel so full. Please, you have to take out the chip so I can cum. Please.... .hurry??"

Without realizing he was doing it Zach's hips were already in motion, writhing, lifting, as if his body was in search of a soft, warm, invisible pussy above him that he could enter to give himself the sweet relief he so desperately needed. As if in a trance he watched Dr. Ore as she busied herself in the room, all but drooling at the sight of her.

That is until he saw her bend over slightly, the view of her stockings, garter and nearly revealed derriere making him softly whimper, "Oh god...." His untouched cock reared its head in response as it wept more tears of pre-cum. Panting softly Zach looked away, turning his head to the side in the opposite direction, trying to eliminate the visual stimulation of Dr. Ore that was clearly only making things worse for him. Again, he pleaded, "Will it take long to remove the chip?.... will I be able to cum as soon as it's out?"
 
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