Dr. Lacey, Sexual Behavior Consultant

I sat and figdeted nervously in the clinic waiting room. I was waiting for my appointment with Dr. Sandrine Lacey, the clinic's staff sexual behavior consultant. I had never been to see a doctor like Dr. Lacey before and had no idea what to expect.

I thought back to a week before when I had gone in to have my yearly physical. The nurse practitioner, Jane, had been examining my testicles for lumps when I found myself becoming hotly erect. The nurse practicioner straightened up, took a step back and looked at me as I stood there, my underpants down around my knees and my hard penis standing straight up, throbbing and obscenely on display. She excused herself and left. She came back after a couple minutes and said that she had made an appointment for me with Dr. Lacey, the staff sexual behavior consultant and asked if I would have any problems with keeping the appointment. I just gulped timidly and said, "no m'am, I'll be there, if you think I should." "Yes, Mr. Jones, I think that it would be for the best if you do," she responded. She then gave me a sheet of paper with some printed instructions on what to do in preparation for my appointment with Dr. Lacey.

The preparations for the appointment required me to eat only liquids the day before and to give myself a Fleet enema in the morning, an hour before coming to the appointment.

I had done as instructed and now sat there in the waiting room feeling a little weak and empty. I looked around and noticed there were only a few other people sitting in the waiting room. I sat and idly watched the clinic staff as they went about their jobs and it suddenly dawned on me that all the staff at the clinic were women, right from the receptionist on up to the doctors. This realization made my cock tingle and swell and I squirmed in my seat.

A slim young assistant came out and called my name. I got up and followed her to an exam room. She gave me a short blue and yellow cotton hospital gown and told me to take off all my clothes and put it on. She said someone would be with me in a moment. After I had done as she'd told me I relaxed and let myself enjoy the soft feel of the cotton gown against my skin. Then I sat down on the cold plastic chair and nervously waited.

When I heard the door knob turn I looked up and was surprised to see Jane, the nurse practitioner enter. She smiled when she saw me and said she was glad that I had decided to keep the appointment. She told me that Dr. Lacey had asked her to prep me for the exam. She told me to get up on the examination table on my back and to put my feet in the stirrups.

Jane wheeled over a stainless steel cart and stepped between my legs. She pushed back my gown and began to apply shaving cream all over my genital area. I squirmed and struggled desperately not to allow myself to get excited, but my efforts were fruitless. I was soon swollen and erect again. Jane laughed softly when she saw that and said not to worry, she had expected it to happen. She then proceeded to take a straight razor and carefully shave every square centimeter of my genital area. She seemed to spend a dispoportionate amount of time dawdling over my scrotum, being careful to shave it just as close and clean as possible. After she finished shaving it, she took a few moments to squeeze and caress the tight, pink, newly hairless sac. I moaned and squirmed and a big bead of pre-cum oozed out of my cockhead. She giggled and then took a warm wash cloth and cleaned off all of the remaining shaving cream and then dried me with a towel. She then told me I could get down off the exam table and sit back down in the chair again.

I asked her why it had been necessary to shave me, and she replied that it generally wasn't strictly necessary, but, then again, when it did turn out to be necessary during the course of the exam, it was best to have it all taken care of in advance, just in case, so there would be no hold-ups or delays. I asked her if she could be more specific, and she just looked at me with a little twinkle in her eye and said that everything would become clear to me during the exam. And then she left.

As soon I was alone again I took the opportunity to lift up my gown and look underneath at my newly shaved genitals. They looked so strange, so bald and exposed. To my horror I found myself becoming obstinately erect again. I leaned forward in the chair and crossed my arms over my lap to try and hide it.

I heard the door knob turning again and looked up to see a lovely young women in a short white lab coat enter. I was stunned by how healthy and confident and sexy she was. She smiled and greeted me and introduced herself as Dr. Lacey.

She proceeded to sit down in a chair opposite me and crossed her shapley nyloned legs. I stared at them in mute fascination.

Dr. Lacey said, "Now then, Mr. Jones, do you know why you have been asked to come in to see me this morning?"

I responded, "No, ma'am, I'm sorry, but I don't really know why I had to come in here to see you today."

"Well I'm glad that you did, Mr. Jones, because its an excellent sign - it shows a willingness to try and work through your problems."

"I'm very happy to cooperate, doctor. I realize you have my best interests at heart. And I'd like to ask you question, if I may."

"And what is that, Mr. Jones?"

"I've never heard of a sexual behavior consultant before. What is it? What do they do, basically?"

"Well, Mr. Jones, the field of sexual behavior managment is a new medical discipline that's only begun to grow in the last couple of years. My mentor in medical school, Dr. Veronika van Gelder, is one of the pioneers in the field. And this clinic is one of the first in the country to offer this service. Sexual behavior management deals with recoginzing and managing the often unruly sexual behavior of males."

"Oh? Then your patients are exclusively male?"

"That's correct, because they are the ones that are in the greatest need of help and guidance in this area. But let's get back to your problems, Mr. Jones."

"Ok, but could you please explain what exactly my problems are, doctor? I think I know what they are, but I'm still feeling kind of unsure."

"Of course. Well, as you may recall, on your last visit, while nurse practitioner Jane was examining you, you wilfully and brazenly exposed your erect sexual organ to her. Correct?"

"Yes, doctor, I did, and I'm very sorry, I know I shouldn't have."

"Very good, Mr. Jones, the first step to overcoming these problems is to admit them. By the way, Mr. Jones, why are you sitting like that? Why do you have your arms down and crossed in your lap like that?"

"Oh, oh, doctor, its nothing, I just had to lean forward like this for a while and..."

"Put your arms down at your side and lean back in your chair now, Mr. Jones. C'mon now, don't be shy, do as I say, do it now for the doctor. That's right. Oh my, Mr. Jones, what's that I see tenting your gown up so high between you legs? C'mon now, pull the gown up to your waist and spread your legs nice and wide so the doctor can see."

Burning with shame and humiliation, I do as I'm told and am soon exposing my hard, swollen cock to the doctor's amused gaze.

"My, my, Mr. Jones, I don't think I've ever seen a case like yours before. You certainly are quite an excitable boy, aren't you? Tell me, Mr. Jones, do you enjoy exposing yourself to women? Now tell the truth and don't waste my time by being evasive."

"Yes, doctor, I do like it, I do like to expose myself to women. I'm sorry, but I can't help it, it just happens all by itself and it feels so good to do it. Oh, please don't be angry with me, please?"

"Of course not, of course not, this is a modern clinic, we don't get angry when a patient has a problem. No, no, that wouldn't help solve the problem at all. No, as an experienced clinician, I know exactly what is called for when patients behave such as you are now, Mr. Jones."

Meanwhile, as the the doctor and I are talking, I ball and unball my fists and my hands fidget uncontrollably at my sides. Dr. Lacey notices this and asks "Why, whatever is the matter with your hands, Mr. Jones? You seem to be having quite a problem with them. Are you anxious to do something with you hands at this moment, Mr. Jones?"

"Uhhh, yes, oh, uh, yes, doctor, I'd like to, I really feel I have to, I need to do something really really bad right now..."

"Yes, Mr. Jones, and what would that something be, hmmmmm? I bet I know, I bet you feel an overpowering urge to get some relief by grabbing your hard cock with your hand and vigorously pumping it, am I correct?"

"Oh, oh, ah, oh, oh, doctor, oh!" I exclaim as I recklessly and impulsively grab my stiff cock just as she's described and start pumping it furiously.

"Stop that! Stop that at once, Mr. Jones! What on earth do you think you're doing?!?! This is a modern professional medical clinic, not some kind of scuzzy massage parlor! Take your hand off of your cock at once, do you hear me?!?! At once!!!"

I reluctantly do as instructed and meekly lean back in my chair, blushing and very ashamed of my flagrant display of uncontrolled lust.

"Alright, now, that's quite enough of that foolishness," says Dr. Lacey. "I think we should get your treatment program underway immediately, Mr. Jones. Please take off your gown and get into that special treatment chair over on the other side of the room, ok? You have to kneel face forward as you get into it, yes, that's right, and then bend over so your chest and elbows are resting down on the other side. Its perfect for the kind of treatment I apply to my patients. It keeps the head and chest down, the ass high, and the legs spread wide apart, giving me easy access to your genitals and rectum."

I get into the chair and feel totally exposed and vulnerable and completely in Dr. Lacey's power, to do with as she pleases. Dr. Lacey examines my genitals from behind and notes aloud that Jane seems to have done an exemplary job in prepping me. She comes forward to run her hand gently over my pink hairless scrotum and says how much she enjoys the sight of a freshly shaved male sac. My cock swells in response and I moan and shudder with delighted pleasure.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Jones," Dr. Lacey says, "Jane informed me of your latest blatant sexual indiscretion that occurred while she was prepping you. I'm really beginning to believe that your problem may not be amenable to some of our milder treatment programs. It may turn out that it'll be necessary to apply our stongest treatment alternative in order to effect a significant change in your sexual behavior."

I hear a rustle of clothes behind me and then some other sounds I can't place.

"But to begin with," says Dr. Lacey, "we will start you out with our intermediate treatment therapy. It is quite possible that it will be sufficient to get you started back on the road to healthy and appropriate sexual behavior. Let's hope so, anyway. Yes, we're just going to go right on ahead and keep looking on the bright side, ok?"

Dr. Lacey then walks around in front of me to show me that she has taken off everything but her bra and panties and has pulled a big black strap-on dildo up around her waist and I can see that it juts out from her crotch quite realistically. I gulp again and reflexively clench my rectum.

"Here at this clinic, Mr. Jones, we realize that a male has certain needs, certain sexual needs, and we don't deny them, we simply chose our own way of channeling them to suit our purposes. For example, virtually all the males that I treat feel a great need for sexual release while I am applying this therapeutic anal stimulation implement to them. For this purpose we have developed this automated semen extraction machine. Please relax while I slip the suction sleeve over your extremely erect penis."

Dr. Lacey fits the special suction sleeve over my hard cock and turns on the extraction machine. I moan and squirm involuntarily as I feel the sweet sensations of the pulsing suction sleeve tug softly and steadily on my bursting cock.

Dr. Lacey liberally applies lubrication to my rectum and then proceeds ot penetrate me slowly with the dildo. I give out a sharp cry as she gets the head of the dildo past my tight and tender butt hole. She stops and caresses my ass and haunches gently, talking soothingly to me and telling me there is no hurry and that I should just relax and accept the penetration.

I relax and I feel the rest of the dildo slowly slide up into me until I feel her soft hips pressing against my ass.

"That's good, that's good, Mr. Jones, just relax and let it happen to you, very good, that's a good boy, good boy." She then grabs firmly onto my hips and proceeds to give my ass a good hard fucking while lecturing me about properly controlling my urges when I'm being given a medical exam.

She keeps fucking me until I let go and let my cum squirt out into the pulsing suction sleeve. I moan and writhe and grunt and thrust helplessly as I cum and Dr. Lacey chuckles at the amusing spectacle of my unbridled animal lust. After I have finished squirting, she pulls out of me. She takes off the strap-on and places it in the small stainless steel sink, and then puts the rest of her clothes back on again.

"Can I get up now, Dr. Lacey," I ask.

"Soon, Mr, Jones, but first I have to ask you a couple questions. How do you feel now, Mr. Jones? Do you feel more passive and feminine and more appreciative of the female perspective? And futhermore, do you think you'll be able to control your urges a little better from now on? I should add that I don't expect miracles after only the first treatment session, but I do need to see some significant indication of a positive result, so as to justify scheduling subsequent sessions at this treatment level."

"I'm sorry, doctor," I reply, "but I'm not sure that I can tell you what you want to hear. I do feel different now, but, if anything, you've opened me up to a new feeling of sensuality and exciting sexual awareness. I feel much more likely now, than ever before, to surrender to my sexual feelings, regardless of what those feelings might be, or in what context."

"Oh dear," says Dr. Lacey, "I was afraid of that. Sometimes the intermediate treatments have the opposite effect than what was intended. Well, Stan... may I call you Stan, by the way?"

"Yes, ma'am, of course you can, if you'd like to, you can call me Stan. I'd like that."

"Good, well, Stan, I'm afraid that these latest developemnts have left me with no alternative than to recomend that you undergo the strongest treatment plan that we have to offer."

"Oh no," I gasp, "please! Don't do that, please! That sounds much too drastic! Isn't there some other way, some other alternative?"

"There, there, Stan", says Dr. Lacey, as she pats and rubs my ass soothingly. "Calm down, calm down, there's absolutely nothing to be alarmed about. What we're going to be doing to you today is a simple, painless procedure that can easily be accomplished in less than 15 minutes, sometimes even under 10. Its totally safe and completely routine. I carry it out on my patients on an almost daily basis, and I've done it many, many times. I'm so used to it I can practically do it in my sleep. Now hang on while I get Jane."

I wait quietly in my awkward genuflecting-like position and tremble with uncertainty and anxiousness.

Dr. Lacey opens the exam room door and calls out, "Jane, please come to the exam room at once, I'm going to need your assistance. Cancel my 10 o'clock, and bring me a hypo of zylocaine and my surgical kit. I'm afraid that Mr. Jones is going to need to undergo the full treatment after all.

In a minute, Jane enters the room bringing the items Dr. Lacey requested. I feel the sting of the hypo as its jabbed into the soft flesh immediately adjacent to my scrotum. In a couple minutes, Dr. Lacey asks me, "can you feel when I do this?" and I tell her no, I don't feel anything. "Excellent, then we can begin."

I listen to Dr. Lacey and Jane working quietly behind me. After a few minutes, Dr. Lacey says, "ok, that takes care of the second one, now I can sew him up, and then he'll be as good as new, well, better than new, really, he he!" Jane joins in and they laugh lightly and merrily for a moment together. "Now give me some of that guaze padding so I can start bandaging him up," Dr. Lacey says to Jane.

After she finishes bandaging me up, Dr. Lacey tells me I can get up now and get dressed. As I get up and gingerly start to get dressed, Dr. Lacey stands calmly watching me, leaning casually against the sink counter, her arms crossed over her lovely swelling bosom. She says "There, there, Stan, now that wasn't so bad, was it? All very quick, simple and painless, wasn't it? And now there'll be no more need of worrying about any embarrassing incidents during your exams, correct?"

I nod mutely to show my agreement and slowly and carefully pull on my underpants.

Dr. Lacey writes out a perscription for painkiller medication and tells me I will probably need to take some as the zylocaine wears off. "My patients tell me they're usually quite sore down there for a couple days, but then the discomfort tapers off considerably. So just hang in there, Stan, and it will be over before you know it."

"Your patients, Dr. Lacey? What do you mean? How many of your patients do you find it necessary to apply this therapy to, to do this thing, that you've just done to me?"

"Its ok, Stan, most of my patients are a little shocked and indignant after I've snipped them, but they get over it quickly. And to answer your question, all of them, Stan. All my patients end up having to undergo the full treatment. That was one of my mentor, Dr. van Gelder's, greatest discoveries, that all males need to undergo this procedure. And, with the proper guidance, all males can be easily made to accept its necessity and to allow it to be done to them. It just a matter of time. Some come to accept it sooner than others, but in the end, they all do. And once its been done to them, they all thank me for it, too. Just as I know you will, Stan, after you've had a chance to experience the benefits."

As I turn to leave, Jane gives me a little parting wave with one hand and holds her other hand over her mouth, partially hiding a sly smirk. As I glance at her I begin to dimly recall that during her initial exam of me, her fingers had seemed to touch my privates in an unexpectedly soft and caressing manner. But I couldn't be entirely sure. I turn and walk slowly and carefully out of the clinic, completely stunned and unbelieving at what has just happened to me, and not knowing what to expect at all any more.