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Stanley's 2nd Appointment (2nd 'Stanley' installment) Stanely was visibly shaken after the intensity of his first vistit to the Male Sexual Re-alignment Clinic. As he drove home, he steered with one hand while with the other he nervously rubbed his stubborn erection. When he pulled into the parking space of his apartment complex, he realized that he had a long walk to his apartment. He had to traverse sidewalks, courtyards, stairwells and hallways. Many young women, single and married, lived in his apartment complex and he dreaded running into them with his trousers so fully and obviously tented out in front from his sexual arousal. Stanley removed his car's owner's manual from the glovebox and, through an extreme effort of will, shifted his attention to reading it. An hour and a half later, after reading the manual cover-to-cover twice, Stanley's erection had subsided enough to allow him to jump out of his car and make a mad dash to his apartment. On the way, he strode quickly past two of his lovely young neighbors, mumbling a hurried hello as he passed. Once back inside his apartment Stanley breathed a sigh of relief. Then he began to hurriedly strip off his clothes, planning to go into his bedroom to relieve his burning sexual arousal. Then suddenly, he froze. He remembered the firm instruction from Ms. van Handler not to masturbate. He let out a curr-like whine and sank to his knees in frustration and desperation. How was he possibly going to make it until next week without giving into the need that burned and ached in him, he asked himself. That week Stanley used every trick he could think of to distract himself from doing what he was dying to do. He took cold showers, went on long walks, starting reading "Crime and Punishment" by Dostoyevsky. And to his credit he was mostly successful. But on two occasions he gave in. Once when he was in the kitchen cooking supper. He impulsively yanked down his pants and, crouching down, grabbed his cock and started pumping furiously. It took only about two minutes before he was thrusting his hips into the air and spurting all over the linoneum. The second time was in the middle of the night. He awoke from an erotic dream where he was back on Ms. van Handler's exam table. With a groan, he gave in, grabbed his cock and did the deed. Next week, Stanley was apprehensive while driving to his appointment with Ms. van Handler. He was terrified that she would be able to tell that he had not been able to control his urges and had not abstained as instructed. He tried to reassure himself that there was no way that she would be able to tell he had done anything. After all, he had been mostly good, and had only given in to temptation twice. He gave a smug snort and thought, she'd have to be a mind reader in order to tell what I've been up to. While walking from the parking lot to the clinic, Stanley looked curiously over at the sign on the office suite adjacent to the clinic. The logo on the shingle showed a guillotine blade descending rapidly on a hairy, saggy scrotum, that protruded from the guillotine neck-hole. A woman's elegant manicured hand was shown pulling the blade release cord. The name on the shingle was Alicia J. Angelfeather. Her professional title was given as Registered Therapeutic Castratrix (R.T.C.). Stanley felt a strange mix of emotions as he took this all in. On the one hand he felt a little scared and queasy, but on the other he felt a strange, dark fascination. As these dark disturbing thoughts played in his mind, he felt himself becoming aroused. He cursed under his breath and began to impatiently push down on his growing erection with the heel of his hand. "Ahem!", Stanley heard someone off to his left exclaim. Stanley was startled and embarassed that someone had been witnessing his feeble efforts to regain his composure and turned to see who it was. He saw an attractive young woman wearing an expensive, tailored pantsuit. She seemed to radiate warmth, friendliness and confidence. Stanley was so stunned by her appearance that he just stood staring at her with his mouth hanging open. She was the first to speak. "Hello, I'm Alicia Angelfeather. I haven't seen you before, so you must be one of Ms. van Handler's new patients." "Yes," stammered Stanley, "yes, that's right." "Well, that's wonderful," said Alicia, "I'm very pleased to meet you. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again soon. All of Ms. van Handler's patients come to to see me, eventually." Stanley didn't know what to say, and just gulped. Alicia noticed the tent in Stanley's pants and that he was nervously glancing at the guillotine logo on her shingle. Alicia laughed merrily and said, "I see you've taken a fancy to my logo. I must admit I was feeling a bit devilish on the day that I chose that design. Of course my methods are thoroughly modern and up-to-date, and guillotines, unfortunately, he! he!, no longer have a place in my practice. But please feel free to stop by anytime and pick up a brochure. It explains everything in a simple pictorial style. After all, it's important to think of the future, don't you think? He! He! Also, you can call my office any time and schedule a free consultation. I'd just love to get a peek at what you've got down there," and she glanced meaningfully down between his legs, "And I'll bet you've got a nice big pair, too," she teased. Stanley was totally stricken with fear and sexual arousal. He had to bend forward from the waist to accomdate the bursting erection in his pants. "Oops, gotta run," said Alicia, "I'm late for my 9 o'clock. Mustn't keep the poor little fella in suspense. And I must confess, I'm impatient to get started myself. There's nothing like the sight of a wrinkly, freshly shaven scrotum offering itself up to me first thing in the morning to really get my juices flowing, he! he! So, ta ta, see you soon!" Stanley watched in trembling fear and amazement as Ms. Angelfeather strode quickly and confidently up to her office door and disappeared inside. Thankfully, Stanley had taken the precaution of arriving at the clinic a half an hour early, so this gave him time to stand outside the clinic for a few minutes to let his erection subside a little. Finally, Stanley went inside, checked in, and sat down to wait. A few minutes later, Ms. van Handler came out and called him to come up to the desk. She introduced him to the receptionist, Maryanne, and told him that Maryanne was taking night school courses in Male Sexual Re-alignmnet Therapy, so Ms. van Handler would occasionally call Maryanne in to help out with, or witness, some of her treatment procedures as she carried them out on her male patients. Stanley then noticed a man over in the corner of the waiting room, with a broom, sweeping up. He was balding, stoop shouldered, nearsighted and walked with a timid shuffle. Making what seemed to be a supreme effort of will, the mousey little man come over to Ms. van Handler and said "Please Ms. van Handler, please, won't you take a minute to see me this afternoon, please?" Ms. van Handler snorted with disgust and said, "Stanley, I'd like you to meet one of my ex-patients, Mr. Wormer. Mr. Wormer has received the full benefit of my treatment program and has gone on to undergo the final phase, namely, a visit to my friend and colleague next door, Ms. Angelfeather. He is now a fully adjusted and sexually re-aligned man. Isn't that right, Mr. Wormer?" "Yes, yes, Ms. van Handler, yes, thank you, you've been very kind and generous to me, but please, please, I'm begging you, please see me just one more time this afternoon, please. I must tell you that this morning I obtained a full erection that lasted for almost 2 minutes. You must see me this afternoon, Ms. van Handler, I'm sure I can get another one, and you must see it and touch it for me, please." "No, Mr. Wormer," said Ms. van Handler, "I'm afraid that that is not possible. You know very well what my rule is about seeing ex-patients. Besides, both you and I know that you don't really have must left down there to show anyway, so what's the use?" she said with a warm, but somewhat dismissive, laugh. "Now please go back to your sweeping, Mr. Wormer, and don't bother me and my patients again, or we'll be forced to take away your floor sweeping priviliges, as well." Ms. van Handler ushered Stanley into the exam room and instructs him to strip and get up onto the table. Ms. van Handler is pleased to see that Stanley is already fully erect. "Wonderful," she says, "we can begin right away!" Ms. van Handler handles Stanley in many forceful and erotic ways whilst lecturing him that the key tenet underlying the re-alignment treatment philosophy is that his genitals now belong totally to Ms. van Handler, to do with as she pleases. Ms. van Handler asks Stanley if he has succumbed to playing with himself since his last appointment. Stanley gulps hard and stammers that he hasn't. Ms. van Handler places a special instrument around Stanley's erection. It looks like a smaller version of a blood pressure cup. A few minutes later, Ms. van Handler removes the instrument and informs Stanley that he has been lying, because, according to the instrument, he has masturbated approximately two times in the last week. Stanley confesses that he told a fib and whimperingly asks what she is going to do to him. Ms. van Handler tells him that she will only make a note of it for now, but if it continues, she will have to recommend that a chastity device be worn at all times. She tells him that it is important that nothing interfere with the treatment program, which she now has scheduled to terminate in around 3 months. "Three months!" exclaims Stanley, "but, but, but you said it would take years!" "Yes, yes," Ms. van Handler says reassuringly, "some treatment programs, difficult ones, can sometimes take years to complete, but the normal term for a totally docile and cooperative patient, like you Stanley, is around 3 months." Stanley's new feelings of terror and dread somehow mix with his feelings of arousal, and he starts to whine and whimper and squirm on the exam table, and his swollen cock swells to even greater hardness and begins to turn a light purple. Ms. van Handler smiles with satisfaction when she sees this, and informs Stanley that it is now time for him to get into the special chair and to manually stimulate himself until he releases his sperm while she and her assistant and Maryanne, who she calls in from the reception area, stand and watch. After he gets into the special chair, Stanley is barely even aware of his audience while he masturbates for them. He is so preoccupied with what he as learned today, from Ms. Angelfeather, Mr. Wormer and Ms. van Handler. "Oh my god, only 3 months!" he thinks to himself as he jerks off. As if Ms. van Handler is reading his mind, she says, "that's right, Stanley, only 3 more months, and you'll be ready to make that special trip over to Ms. Angelfeather's. Your re-alignment is coming along very well so far, much better than I expected." Stanley groans and starts cumming in huge wet spurts when he hears this. Ms. van Handler laughs and repeats, "yes, only 3 more months, and you'll be totally re-aligned. Isn't that wonderful?"
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