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The Full Flower of Manhood (1st 'Stanley' installment) Stanley let himself into his empty apartment. It was early Sunday morning and he had just returned from the corner newstand to get the Sunday papers. In addition to the large metro paper stuffed with glossy ads and coupons for 10 cent discounts on pop-tarts, Stanley had also picked up the latest issue of the local "alternative" free press weekly. After making himself a cup of coffee and a bagel, Stanley sat down at his kitchen table to enjoy the papers. On a whim, Stanley broke from his usual routine and opened the free press paper first. He opened it in the middle and picked out one of the separately inserted sections. It was the "adult" and "erotic" ads section. One large ad on the front page of this section immediately caught Stanley's eye, it was for something called "The Male Sexual Re-alignment Clinic". The ad featured photos of poised, confident, and slightly stern, young women wearing glasses and lab coats and with their hair pulled tightly back. One photo showed two of these lovely young clinicians bending over a young man lying naked on an examination table. The photo was tastefully cropped to omit showing the lower half of the patient's naked body, although it was very obvious that the clinician's attention was focused intensely between the the young man's legs. The ad copy asked "Are you a hetero male having difficulty coping with your sexuality in today's complex, high pressure world? Have you been having problems making, and sustaining, contact with the opposite sex? Let our caring and experienced clinicians gently guide and encourage you to fully discover and develop your true sexual potential." The logo for the clinic, placed in the lower left hand corner of the ad, was a thick, meaty pink orchid that had a long, slender, blue veined male erection protruding from its center, its end oozing a thick pearly drop of semen. The next day, Stanley was sitting in his drab cubicle at work. He pulled out his wallet and took out the copy of the ad he had clipped. He dialed the number and a young woman's warm musical voice answered. He made an appointment for a free consultation the next day. Putting the phone down, Stanley felt a warm tingle of pleasant anticipation blossom between his legs and then run up his spine. Stanley decided to take a half day off from work for the appointment. Driving to the appointment, Stanley was pleasantly surprised to find that the clinic was located in a quiet residential area of one of the city's suburbs. He had been dreading going down into the sleazy, rundown "combat zone" of the city where all the sex and porno shops were located. Stanley smiled as he reconized the fleshy pink penis orchid logo of the clinic. The clinic is located in a small professional office park, but Stanley doesn't bother to read the shingles of any of the other office suites. Entering the clinic, Stanley is greeted by the receptionist, who is a pert, sexy, 18 year old girl. She greets Stanley with a twinkle in her eye and a mischievous, knowing smile. She instructs Stanley to take a seat in the waiting room. Stanley glances briefly around him as he sits down and is mildly puzzled by the shy, shrinking, almost furtive, behavior of the other men in the waiting room. All the other men seem to be very nervous, and fidget and squirm constantly, continually finding excuses to put their hands between their legs to, seemingly, make adjustments to their underwear. A little while later, as Stanley is reading a People magazine article about Fergie, he hears his name being called and he is shown into a small office where he meets the clinician that has been assigned to his case: Ms. Patricia van Handler, a somewhat voluptuous young woman in her early 30's. With a calm, professional manner, Ms. van Handler interviews Stanley about his sexuality. Stanley squirms with nervous embarassment as Ms van Handler compels him to reveal that: * he rarely has dates * is too uptight to masturbate more than once a week * has had handjobs a few times * often fantasizes about receiving handjobs Smiling, Ms. van Handler tells Stanley that he is the perfect patient for her clinic. As an aside, Ms. van Handler tells Stanley that many of the men that come to her clinic are already frequent, even compulsive, maturbators. Sadly, it is usually the case with such men that their habits are far too ingrained to allow much possibility of change. In such cases she has often been compelled to recommend a somewhat severe treatment alternative. For the well being of the patient, and of his family, friends, neighbors and co-workers, it often deemed best that he allow himself to undergo a simple, minor sugical modification. Although Ms. van Handler's clinic is not equipped to provide such a treatment alternative, she would be only too happy to recommend the services of a lady specialist located in the office suite adjacent to Ms. van Handler's clinic. She then relates a humorous anecdote about one of her patients who she had recently referred to her specialist friend, due to his habit of almost incessant masturbation, someone called Richard L. They would repeatedly schedule his surgical mod, but every time they had him up on the operating table and had just finished giving him his final, ritual handjob, he would suddenly jump up, grab his clothes and run naked out into the parking lot. The specialist didn't really mind this behavior since she charges him the full price for the procedure anyway, which he dutifully pays. But one of these days, says the specialist, I'm not going to let Mr. L. get away so easily, and he'll finally have to give up and undergo the full consquences of my clinical specialty. Stanley is somewhat shocked and frightened to receive this information from Ms. van Handler. Ms. van Handlers sees this and laughs at his discomfiture. Don't worry, she says, luckily you've come to me while your condition is still in the early stages. I have every hope that, with my guidance, you'll be able to make a healthy adjustment to your true sexuality so that such surgical measures will not be necessary in your case. Not for at least a few years to come, anyway. Stanley winces when he hears this, which makes Ms. van Handler laugh again. It's no so bad, really, she coos, after your sugical mod, because you'll still be allowed to visit the clinic, to help out around the office and you may even be allowed to watch, though a one way mirror, treatment sessions with some of my, as yet, unmodified patients. Still reeling slightly from what he has just heard, Stanley is then lead into an exam room, told to strip and get up onto the exam table and to put his feet in the stirrups. Ms. van Handler spreads his legs wide apart. Ms. van Handler has one of her lovely young assistants shave Stanley's privates. Stanley feels very naked and exposed once they have rendered him hairless. Ms. van Handler tells Stanley that he will be required to shave himself every day as part of his ongoing treatment. She goes on to explain that his treatment regimen will require a lot of genital handling, the application of many lotions and lubricants to his genitals, and the occasional use of certain items of medical hardware. Hairlessneess will facilitate all of these treatment procedures. Ms. van Handler kneads and massages Stanley's privates to gauge his arousal response and she is very pleased to note that he responds very readily and is soon sporting a deep red, rock hard erection with thick pre-cum beginning to drizzle out. Ms. van Handler states that the real treatment may as well get underway with this session. She instructs Stanley to get up off the exam table and to go and sit down in a special therapy chair. The chair reminds Stanley of some special chairs he had seen in an article once about new methods of childbirth. The back of the chair is slightly inclined backwards. The "bucket" of the chair, for his butt, is fairly low and the "arms" tilt sharply upwards from the bucket and are for his legs. They bring his thighs up high and keep them spread wide apart. The arms tilt sharply back down again under his knees, so that, all in all, it's a very comfortable, if undignified, chair to sit in. Stanley soon finds himself sitting in the chair, rock hard, and fully exposed, in front of Ms. van Handler and her cute assistant. Ms. van Handler then instructs Stanley to close his eyes, lean back, and begin stroking himself with his right hand. Then she tells him to caress and stimulate his tight, hairless scrotum with his left hand. She tells him he is doing very well and then instructs him to start verbalizing about what he's thinking and feeling. Soon, Stanley finds himself babbling and whimpering like a slutty little girl in heat in front of the two women. An overwhelming feeling of embarrasment and shame washes over him as he surrenders to his orgasm in front of these sexy young women. As the thick hot spurts begin to burst out of him, he hears Ms. van Handler remark to her assistant about how very peculiar and distasteful it is to have to witness such a display from a full grown man. She can't help but wonder why a seemingly healthy man would consciously prefer making such a obscene spectacle of himself instead of trying to find a woman to sleep with like a normal person. After Stanley finishes milking his own cock of every last drop of oozing, throbbing semen, Ms. van Handler then instructs him, his face burning with shame and humiliation, to get cleaned up and dressed. Ms. van Handler, in a haughty and dismissive manner, then informs Stanley that his therapy seems to be progressing acceptably and that she expects to see him again next week for further treatment. Stanley meekly agrees. She also instructs Stanley to abstain from all manual self stimuation until his next appointment. Stanley lets out an involuntary yelp and shoots her a pleading look. He cringingly recoils when she meets his pleading look with a posture of stern and unyielding domination. Ms. van Handler follows Stanley out to the reception area and watches him making his next appointment. While he stands and waits, she notices him beginning to twitch and fidget and continually dart his hands between his legs to "adjust" himself. She smiles with smug satisfaction and she and her assistant exchange a sly, knowing look. Ms. van Handler knows she will soon have that little fleshy pink flower between Stanley's legs blossoming out into the full flower of rampant throbbing manhood. She will soon have Stanley reduced to identifying so strongly with his bursting erection that he will do anything to obtain her permission to manually shame himself in front of her and her staff. Excellent, she gloatingly thinks to herself, that went very smoothly indeed, and now I have added yet another conquest to my stable of fawning, yearning submissives. And its still only 9 am.
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