Tease Me Off (Volume 10)

By Teez

YES!….I'll have a number 9 please!

I was definitely on edge. It seems that there is nothing I can do right for my wife. Even in the bedroom, and now she claims my problem is all related to my balls. So her latest kick has been pushing me to go for a sperm count to see if it has anything to do with a problem that I don't really have. What was I supposed to do? She cut me off for 2 weeks now and won't give in unless I go. So I figure what the heck, a little embarrassment for a short spell and then that will be the end of that!

She handed me a stack of papers to fill out for the hospital, and stack is putting it mildly. This was nearly a novel with terms I couldn't even begin to understand. I finally said the hell with it and jumped to the end. Of course it has five different place to sign. But it's only a damn sperm count test, how paranoid can these doctors be? Then I get an even bigger shock when she calls me into the bathroom. I have to be shaved for this stupid test. She had a grand time with this. In my 2 week state of withdrawal, I couldn't help but spring to attention during her dragged out shave. I'm sure she went extra slow on purpose to drive me insane. It was almost a sperm count right there in the bathroom, but I managed to hold out.

After that was done, I figured this was the best time go. At least I'd be getting some relief from my frustrated state. The hospital is pretty slow in the morning so hurried over to end this foolishness. As luck would have it, there was only a few ahead of me. I handed over the stack of papers to the nurse behind the counter. What a cute little number she was. Couldn't be more than 19, all smiles, and a rippin little bod! Her tight nurses uniform was a definite bonus for what I was here for. I would certainly be mentally abusing her, while emptying my little guy in the bathroom for this pointless sperm count.

She brought me into a typical examining room down the hallway and handed me a gown. "Underwear too please" she smirked. I thought this was a bit unusual but didn't really care. Probably the rules no matter what you're there for. But as I changed, I remembered the clean shave I just had, and became a bit uncomfortable. But after I changed into the gown, she returned and joked around a bit to ease the tension. She had me hop onto an examining table which seemed more like a tall chair with the back raised up. She began to go on about how manual stimulation was deemed inaccurate. Nowadays the collection and count is done with one of the hospital extraction machines. I was only half listening, and paying most of my attention from her neck down.

But talk about shock! She pulled up these leather asylum style restraints from the side of examining table and began to shackle them onto my wrists. I went to protest, but she cut me off in saying "Sorry about this, but it's absolutely mandatory. We found that some men become overly wild during this sort of thing. Just grin and bear with it, it's hospital rules I'm afraid!". I don't doubt that they get rowdy dudes in here for this, so I suppose I could put up with it. After all it is a hospital. She then completed my security with straps around the legs, chest, and waist. I guess this sperm count is going to happen, like it or not!.

She put on some gloves and lifted up my gown. She had such a grin at my shaven groin, but then carried on in all professionalism. "Just need to make sure your clean, and no injuries or problems" she commented while fondling me into an enormous erection. I was so embarrassed, but she carried on like it was routine. Asking me all sorts bizarre questions about my sexual history. From size, stamina, masturbation, discharges and such. I was never so uncomfortable in my life, but you'd never know from raging wood. I asked her if she was like a doctor in training by the strange line of these questions. OH NO… of course not! SHE'LL be in a moment to finish this off!" she answered sort of jokingly. All I could think was better be soon, this is twice today I was fondled and let down.

Then to top off my dilemma, she went behind me and inserted a large rubbery orb in my mouth as I went to speak. And again it was "Hospital Rules - you know how it is, can't have you biting your tongue during this, now just relax and enjoy" she spoke with a satisfied kind of voice. I mumbled my gagged displeasure while she grabbed a tube from the counter. "I know, I know, it's uncomfortable, it will be over soon" she consoled while squeezing out a large globe of the jell from the tube into her palm. She held on to member with her left hand and gently teased my glands with her thumb. Her right hand massaged in the jell tenderly on every nook and cranny of my balls. I thought I was gunna loose it right there, but of course she stopped short in time as before. "This cream will help you produce a substantial ejaculate for the sperm count" she cooed, and flicked off her gloves. "The doctor will be here in a moment. Have a nice orgasm!" she added while casually scooting out of the room.

As she closed the door on her way, I noticed just how exposed and trapped I really was. There was a mirror above a sink by the door. I could see my reflection, held and spread wide open with a raging stiffy. She didn't even cover me up with the gown before leaving. After a few moments, I felt my balls begin to tingle. In moments they began to feel warm. Then it was an all-out burning that grew deeper and deeper. I tried to shout, but the gag would only let out mumbles. I squirmed and fought against the straps that held me tight. My fingers were just out of reach in the many attempts to wipe off my balls.

Then to my hopeful rescue came an even lovelier creature. Her lab coat hid most of the features, but I knew it probably matched her near-perfect face. She intro'r herself, and I thought she was kidding until I saw her name tag. Doctor Hand …Eh? This can't be really happening to me, but it was! Her cheerful demeanor didn't sooth the burning pain that had me in tears. After a lot of fumbling around with various items, she finally took notice to my struggling gestures and wiped off the fiery gel. The cool air of the room began to ease my tortured state. She opened a box and pulled out an usual looking item. The box itself looked like it was from sort of novelty shop. "Tease Me something" was all I could manage to read before she tossed it into the trash and out of view.

She demonstrated how it would fit over me and stimulate a seminal extraction. It was kind of a condom looking item with a donut and tube at the top. Presumably to catch my anxiously waiting deposit. She made mention of how warm it felt in the room and removed the lab coat. I was right, a perfect body to match. I didn't think doctors dressed this provocatively either. Such a clinging short skirt, and tight matching top. Very perky to say the least. You would never know this woman was an actual doctor in this amazing outfit.

"Let's go ahead and get you ready for this, shall we?" she cackled while stretching on some gloves and coating them up with another mystery gel. She then latched on like a pro and slowly, firmly, began a tormenting little pump and twist motion. The gel was just a mere lube and her technique was obviously well practiced. I mumbled to the fact that I was going to loose it, but she totally immune to my noises. The build up was fast and intense. I fought to hold back as best I could, but could tell I wasn't going to make it before she machine was put onto me. I gave in, and was ready to let it fly, and then suddenly she stopped dead and backed off. I couldn't believe how close I was, can a doctor actually tell when? She grinned away at my sigh of disappointment.

Then she whispered a "Yes, that's starting to cum along nicely" comment while adding another douse of gel to her gloves. I was squirming on the table eager for more! As I mildly began to regain my senses, she grabbed on and started over. I was growing desperate to cum. I tried to buck into her hand, but she would lighten up her grip as a sort of punishment. "Just relax, I know what your feeling, but this is necessary for a maximum deposit" wasn't the comment I was waiting for. And for three more times she performed this tortuous ritual. I was reduced to babbling "PLEASE" over and over in my gag.

Finally she grabbed the little sample device and carefully fitted it over my twitching package. My balls were stuffed into a little box at the bottom, and my constant throbber fit firmly into the donut-condom part. She placed a small remote control into my cuffed hand and insisted that I push the little button as I was ready to let go. She said it would give me a very short break from the device to help the final buildup for my release. I was only half listening, but would agree to anything in this state of being. She flicked a switch on the device, a little light turned on, and it began to buzz and pump up and down. I was almost home with the final relief I needed so bad.

"Remember to use the button right before your release now! OK?" she scolded at me. I nodded a "sure, sure, anything you say" gesture as she left the room and allowed me finish. It couldn't have been more that thirty seconds and my load was ready to purge. I went ahead and pressed the button. The device stopped, and I regained my composure slightly. Then the device kicked back in, only stronger and faster than before. The drooling precum was forming a small pool. I pulled and fought the restraints, and pressed the button again. I was literally torturing myself in the same fashion as her performance earlier. I heard what sounded like giggling from the other room. They must be talking about me, and enjoying the thought of every guy that they put through this action. I didn't even care at this point, I just wanted to let loose at any cost.

I lost count of my brief breaks, and found the button not working any more. It was pounding me fast and hard. I blasted out the biggest load I had ever seen, and couldn't stop it if I wanted. The sperm flowed up top into and down the clear tube to a small awaiting container as I moaned in relief. I though the flow would never stop. Then there was a sudden loud popping noise, and my balls felt like they were hit with lightening. Everything went dark!

I awoke in my own bed. My balls were all bandaged up and I felt around the cotton to see if I was intact. It appeared so! It felt like my two nads underneath the gauze. What a relief, but it was obviously not a dream. My wife came in and calmed my panic state. She said I was cut when I finished my sperm count. Not to worry, and everything is perfectly fine. It wasn't serious and I could take the bandage off in a day or so. She came over to the bed and stroked my face. She seemed so happy and content. Probably due to the fact that I gave in to her request. She kept on with some sweet talk and tender kisses to my cheek. I began to sprout an erection again. It made no sense at all as I really wasn't in the mood like this. But it stiffened fast and even began to tingle into a real desire. I soon felt the tingle grow into a actual need for sex again, it was so strange.

She told me how much fun well be having soon, and kept fumbling around with her wrist watch now and then. It had no idea why I was becoming so turned on, but I needed to have her right now. Bandages or not, I sat up and drew her in closer, but the pleasure turned to a sudden pain in my groin. I went limp fast and backed off confused.

"No, No! Not yet dear, but maybe soon if you're a good boy" which was such an odd comment for that moment. After a few moments the pain subsided. She kept fumbling with the watch and grinning away at me. My cock was starting to stiffen and tingle again.

It's funny, I don't remember her getting a new watch! …………