Tease Me Off (Volume 9)

By Teez

My sister's letter is proof…Avoid getting a sperm count!

Hi Jenni…I am finally settled in out here and started my new job with Lincoln General. I've got a little extra time at lunch today, and thought I'd finally write you! I do the walk-in clinic side, and it's usually your pretty standard stuff. Colds, flu, and mostly minor injury stuff. But after the first few months, the nurses helped me into an unbelievable side-business that the women doctors are running. It's great extra cash, and very satisfying to say the least. Real male castrations, and there's even more!

Apparently for the right fee, wealthy wives and even some girlfriends can have their man snipped, and then modified for control, with these really cool high-tech replacements. It's all done in a perfectly legal way! The girls simply convince the poor slobs that they need to go in for a sperm count. They end up signing a consent without even reading through the very lengthy legal documents. It practically gives permission for any possible medical procedure imaginable.

Once a lucky loser shows up with his signed papers, I bring him into the back examining room and have him strip down, and put on a hospital gown. Then up onto the examining table with the back raised up. I then explain that for accuracy, sperm counts are not longer done by masturbating into a cup, and how we have machine that automates the whole process. Then comes the big eye opener. I flip around the leather restraints from table sides, while explaining it's "hospital rules" as some men tend to be overly physical during an orgasm. I love the nervous worried look while I make casual small talk through the process of securing his arms, waist, chest, and legs making them so vulnerable on the table.

Then it's rubber gloves for me, and some seriously humiliating fun! Up comes the gown flap with a "let's see if your ready-shall we?" attitude. The wives do a marvelous job pre-shaving them ahead of time. Then a little gentle playing with my gloved hands to spark some interest while hitting him up with what sounds like standard hospital questioning. " SO…..When was your last ejaculation?…..Do you masturbate?….How often?…..Is your ejaculate usually thick, thin, clear, runny?…..Any pain during orgasms?…..Are your erections soft, always stiff, a little of both?" Sometimes I get carried away and they ask if I'm a doctor! I just love to telling them "OH NO… of course not! SHE'LL be in a moment to finish this off!" You can just imagine the look on their faces with that.

So before they get the chance to quiz me more, I stuff their yapper with a "mouth guard" and secure it behind his head with the straps. I cut off any protests with the old "Hospital Rules - you know how it is, can't have you biting your tongue during this, now just relax and enjoy". So much fear in their eyes as they low-mumble their defeat. Then a little more play fun as I grab a tube of muscle heat ointment. "This cream will help you produce a substantial ejaculate for the sperm count" as I spread a nice thick coating around his little pouch! "The doctor will be here in a moment. Have a nice orgasm!" and I scoot off into the next room trying to contain my laughter.

The examining room has a standard medical sink and mirror set-up. But the mirror is two way from the other room where the girls and I watch him squirm as the heat-jel takes it's toll. It's so funny hearing them mumble in a panic as try to touch their burning balls. Pulling and tugging on the restraints with no relief in sight. It's so exciting to watch, I wish you could see it sometime! Soon enough they get teary eyed and exhausted. Suzan, the main surgeon for these jobs, usually takes her queue at that point and enters the room to make and break his future.

She goes in with a cheery professional demeanor and ignores his feeble attempts to communicate his balls are on fire. Eventually she take pity on his pain and wipes off the heat gel, much to his relief. Suzan is an excellent doctor, but even she gets off on having some fun with the poor schmuck. She'll intentionally wear a very short slutty tight skirt, with the skimpiest of tops to perk him into an embarrassing erection. She's so pretty, and you would never "peg" her as an actual doctor if you met her on the street. She'll introduce herself as Doctor Elizabeth Hand and wears a matching fake hospital ID to complete the deception. Even after his legal sign off, she doesn't like any real traceable evidence to linger about in his mind.

Then Suzan pulls out the so called "automated sample collector". This thing is actually a mail order castration toy called a "Tease Me Off". It fits over a mans cock and balls, then pumps and teases it into an orgasm. A tube on top of the stroker carries his load to an awaiting liquid sensor. His sperm triggers the box around his balls, which slices them off really quick. This is the coolest item I've ever seen. Talk about one last fling. I'll bring you one home on my next visit. You can try it on a date that won't take no for an answer.

Suzan shows him how the device will collect his load for the sperm count, leaving out the end result of course. Then we get to enjoy watching her prep him for extraction. She coats up her rubber gloves with "ky" and insists on helping him get started. Slowly and firmly she twists and pumps his rigid member. There's always a bit of mumbling protest at first, but that soon turns to a passive moan of acceptance. She can somehow tell right when he seems to be on the edge and backs off completely. Leaving the poor guy bucking and groaning in disappointment. After 4 or 5 of these tender hand treatments, she carefully fits the device over his package.

Once in place, she tricks the sucker into teasing himself for the duration. She places a small remote control in his hand and demonstrates how the button will give him a 30 second break from the devices milking onslaught. She'll insist that the most accurate count can only be obtained by holding back on the orgasm for as long as possible. Then she throws the switch and the device begins to buzz and stroke him up and down in a frenzy. Within moments you can see the clear pre-cum drooling steady at the top. These guys are more than ready after Suzan's prep technique.

"Now remember to use the button each time you think you're about to ejaculate! We want the highest count possible!" she chants, as she tosses out the gloves and joins us in the other room. It is so entertaining to watch them torture themselves. It's like peeking in on a boy who's masturbating for the first time, but suddenly stops with a feeling of guilt or fear. Each time they use the stop button, the device vibrates and strokes even faster when his 30 second are up. You should see there confused faces. But eventually the device wins out, and a large white gush spews into the tube and onto the sensor. There's a loud pop, and a brief scream into the gag before they pass out from the pain and exhaustion.

Then we hustle back in and administer a shot to keep him sedated for his re-attachment. But instead of the original nuggets, Suzan carefully installs two very real looking electronic falsies. It's a lengthy process, but the result is a perfect man! The fake testicles can totally control him with pain or pleasure, and all from an innocent looking ladies wrist watch. Turn the watch face to the left to increase the pain. Turn it enough and he'll be immobilized. Turn it to the right for the opposite effect. Anywhere from a tingling perpetual hard-on to a pulsating deep need for relief. The nice part is, he can't have an orgasm unless the dial is turned up high enough to force one. Lot's of potential to motivate the most stubborn of men. No wonder it's so expensive.

After the doctors are sure he will recover ok, and the device appears to function, he's brought home by his wife before his sedatives wears off. It must be quite a shock to wake up in your own bed and find out it wasn't a dream after all. Usually the wife and a lady helper bring him out the back to an awaiting car. Once I saw two very tough athletic looking lesbians pick up their man. I bet he's quite the play toy now!

OH WELL, lunch is over, and I better get back to work. I'll tell you more on my next visit home. See you soon, ……Diane