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MasonBradford
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- Joined
- May 22, 2017
Mason Bradford was a young man in his 20s who seemed to have his life set fairly well: He had a decent job at an office downtown, he was renting a clean apartment, and he was blessed with a rugged sort of handsomeness. Tall, athletic, with a set of charming, chocolate eyes. He also had his health… with the exception of one recent issue, which is why he was currently sitting in the office of a specialist he had been referred to.
Mason raised an eyebrow at the clinician.
“Are you serious?”
The doctor nodded. “I’m afraid so, Mr. Bradford. You have a hormonal imbalance – your body overproduces testosterone. This is what’s causing the pain, and once that pain starts building, having an orgasm is the only release. Literally.”
Bradford rolled his eyes.
“We could look into hormone therapy, as it would do you well to increase your estrogen exposure, but this would, er, result in more pronounced feminine traits—“
“Yeah, I’m not going with that option,” Mason quipped back with a sigh.
The doctor allowed a wry smile and a surrendering shrug. “Hey, you originally thought it might be cancer. Compared to that prognosis, this has to been seen as good news, yes?”
Mason narrowed his gaze at the doc.
“Sure. I guess. But it also means jacking off at least a few times a day is now mandatory for my health, and I can imagine these little ‘episodes’ are going to happen at some inconvenient times.”
The doctor thought to himself, for a moment.
“Mr. Bradford, I don’t mean to get personal, but… do you have a girlfriend? A steady relationship?”
A few quick memories flashed through Mason’s mind, but he shook his head slowly.
“Nope.”
“Well, you may want to think about getting one,” the doctor chuckled.
Mason let himself laugh lightly in return. “Yeah, that would be ideal, right? Sending her a text the next time I wake up at 3 a.m. from the pain, ‘hey babe can you come over and help me get off? that'd be great, thanks!’ For some reason, doc, I don’t think there’s a girl out there that’ll be willing to be my on-demand sex toy.”
The doctor nodded in understanding as he looked to the floor, then back up at Mason. “I am not speaking to how realistic of a solution it is. Only that it would be ideal. Otherwise, you’re a healthy young man. Call me if there’s any further complications? We can regroup in a month or so.”
Mason nodded. “Sure thing.”
[ Seeking a submissive literate female for PM play. Possible pairings include Mason and a close friend, a new girlfriend, a ‘special kind of therapist’ he is referred to, etc. Shoot me a PM if interested or you have any questions, thanks. ]
Mason raised an eyebrow at the clinician.
“Are you serious?”
The doctor nodded. “I’m afraid so, Mr. Bradford. You have a hormonal imbalance – your body overproduces testosterone. This is what’s causing the pain, and once that pain starts building, having an orgasm is the only release. Literally.”
Bradford rolled his eyes.
“We could look into hormone therapy, as it would do you well to increase your estrogen exposure, but this would, er, result in more pronounced feminine traits—“
“Yeah, I’m not going with that option,” Mason quipped back with a sigh.
The doctor allowed a wry smile and a surrendering shrug. “Hey, you originally thought it might be cancer. Compared to that prognosis, this has to been seen as good news, yes?”
Mason narrowed his gaze at the doc.
“Sure. I guess. But it also means jacking off at least a few times a day is now mandatory for my health, and I can imagine these little ‘episodes’ are going to happen at some inconvenient times.”
The doctor thought to himself, for a moment.
“Mr. Bradford, I don’t mean to get personal, but… do you have a girlfriend? A steady relationship?”
A few quick memories flashed through Mason’s mind, but he shook his head slowly.
“Nope.”
“Well, you may want to think about getting one,” the doctor chuckled.
Mason let himself laugh lightly in return. “Yeah, that would be ideal, right? Sending her a text the next time I wake up at 3 a.m. from the pain, ‘hey babe can you come over and help me get off? that'd be great, thanks!’ For some reason, doc, I don’t think there’s a girl out there that’ll be willing to be my on-demand sex toy.”
The doctor nodded in understanding as he looked to the floor, then back up at Mason. “I am not speaking to how realistic of a solution it is. Only that it would be ideal. Otherwise, you’re a healthy young man. Call me if there’s any further complications? We can regroup in a month or so.”
Mason nodded. “Sure thing.”
[ Seeking a submissive literate female for PM play. Possible pairings include Mason and a close friend, a new girlfriend, a ‘special kind of therapist’ he is referred to, etc. Shoot me a PM if interested or you have any questions, thanks. ]