Human Male Gonad Plant - the Pre-harvest Exam

Sam Sloan is a Human Male Gonad Plant who has to sacrifice his 
cock, balls and sack every four years for the sake of medical 
science. Then a regeneration seed is implanted in him and his sex 
organs slowly grow back only to be harvested again. This is the 
story of his third harvest and the strange twist of events that 
changed his life forever.

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Part 3 - Human Male Gonad Plant: The Pre-Harvest Exam

Maybe I will fail the physical? I will be found to have some kind 
of weird condition that negates me as a HMGP. High blood pressure? 
Diabetes? Irregular heart beat? Damn! A thousand medical anomalies 
could eject me from the program! This is always on my mind as I go 
to my Pre-Harvest Physical Exam. And every time before I was found 
to be in perfect health. No such luck to be found a medical wreck! 

I sit in the small examination room at the clinic dressed in one of 
those silly gowns that tie in back and let your ass naked. The 
assistant just finishes asking me a gob of questions. Yes. Yes. No. 
Not yet. My answers. She leaves. I sit here with my mind whirling. 
Well, as I smile to myself, at least Jerry agreed to assist. That 
makes it a little bit tolerable. At least he will be there with me 
during the procedure lending me moral support. 

The worst part of this exam is over. The cum in a bottle routine so 
they can check my semen to detect any pending infections. And 
through the marvels of modern medicine and science the creeps can 
use my semen sample to determine if I had shared any of it with 
someone else or wasted it. The law only allows a loss of 5 cc in a 
four-year period. More than that you are a dead dude! You would 
think the person who discovered how to do that would have spent 
time discovering something really useful, like how to improve the 
human asshole so you don’t have to wipe after every shit! 

Oops, here's the doctor. Wonder why doctors always knock before 
entering their special little cubicles? Think he might find me 
doing the nasty? 

"Well," she asks entering, "and how are you this fine day, Mr. 
Sloan?"  Of course she doesn’t even wait for an answer.

"I am Doctor Harper, and I am the one overseeing your harvest."

I notice on her name badge that her first name is Brenda. Brenda 
the Ball Blitzer flashes through my mind.

A very attractive woman about 5'9" tall, and a body that fits that 
height exactly. Dark brown hair cut short. Dark brown eyes and 
olive complexion. Delicate long fingers. Probably 35ish. She is 
dressed in medical light blue medical smocks covered with an open 
white lab coat.  

Flipping through my chart, she mutters something about things being 
in order.

Smiling, she remarks, "I see where your last harvest went without a 
hitch. You were a model plant. I like to see that."

Without a hitch? Wonder how she would have handled having her tits 
sliced off and her clit clipped? Wonder if she would have been a 
model victim? 

Heart, pulse, blood pressure, thumping on back and stomach, 
listening to me breathing with stethoscope, looking in eyes, down 
throat, in ears, up nose, tap on knees with little mallet. Finger 
up ass (not bad). All the usual parts of a medical exam. Then the 
important part.

Sitting on a metal stool between my legs, the dear physician lifts 
my gown and takes my balls in her hands as if to weigh them. A 
slight squeeze on each of them and a pull. 

"Well, Mr. Sloan," she remarks, "your testicles seem to have 
regenerated in great shape! Now can you get an erection or will you 
need some assistance?"

In my mind I replied, "Babe, some nice head from my beloved 
physician would do the job."

I resisted and told her I don’t find these surroundings or the 
circumstance particularly erotic so need some assistance.

She reaches over and pulls open a drawer and extracts a small 
package. Ripping it open reveals a small pellet about the size of 
navy bean. She takes my prick in her hand, opens the cum slit with 
her thumb and forefinger and inserts the pellet. Fuck, it burns 
like hell as it dissolves.

In about one minute my cock springs to life. Never felt it so hard. 
Feels like the skin is going to split open! Holy shit! 

She produces a tape measure to check the size of not only my rod 
both length and girth but also the approximate circumference of 
each nut. She jots her findings in my chart. 

"Do you experience penile erectile dysfunction many times?" she 
inquires.

What the fuck is that? Sounds dreadful.

"Huh," I reply shrugging my shoulders.

Chuckling to herself, she explains she meant do I suffer from 
impotence often.

Tell her no. She writes again in my chart. 

"Mr. Sloan, how many times do you ejaculate in a given week?"

Why in the hell does she need to know that? Nosey bitch with a MD!

"As often as I can!"

"And how many times is often?"

"Least once if not twice a day sometimes more"

"Well let's just settle for a number … I will say 10"

"Works for me," I say to myself.

"You have one perfect prize there between your legs," the dear 
physician remarks,  "would you like to give me some of its charms?"

A trap? My mind is whirling wondering how to respond. 

"Doctor, not sure what you are getting at?"

"Oh, come on Mr. Sloan," she replies in a deriding tone of 
voice, "you sure as hell know what I am getting at."

Not knowing what else to say, "Well, you’re the doctor!"

She stands up and pulls down her slacks and removes her panties 
revealing a beautiful shaved pussy already glistening with 
anticipation.

"I want you to fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours," she 
purrs.

"Only with a condom, doctor," I blurt out, "not in a ball boiling 
mood right now!"

"Fuck those scum bags!" she growls, "I want it raw and feel you 
hose your cream deep inside me!"

My heart beats hard and my mind whirls. Damn, I want her. Would be 
the first female I fucked in years. But still not comfortable with 
this.

"But it is against the law for me to give my cum to someone!" I 
blurt out.

She reminds me that I had already given my sperm for tests. And 
another sperm test isn't scheduled. So no one will know! And then 
she added that it is punishable by death for her to fuck me! So 
there was no need for me to be afraid.

With that she gets up and locks the door and returns to me.  As I 
lie on the exam table she crawls up and mounts me. My cock slips up 
inside her moist hungry pussy. She holds still for a second and 
then cries out as she cums for the first time.

Then she begins to ride me. Her hands reach behind and grab my 
balls and begin to pull and squeeze and twist them as she thrusts 
herself up and down on my petrified shaft. 

I reach up and unbutton her shirt and her bra-less tits fall 
forward into my hands. I fondle them and squeeze them. 

She leans forward and welcomes my mouth to her nipples. I take the 
left one and suck and bite it.

"Bite it babes!" she demands, "bite it hard. Draw blood! Fuck I 
need my nipple ripped!"

With that I gnash my teeth down on her. She moans. I feel a warm 
salty trickle of blood in my mouth.

She reaches inside her lab coat pocket and produces a scalpel 
wrapped in some waxy like paper. She rips it open and hands me the 
knife. 

"Cut my nipple off!" she demands, "slice it off from my tit and 
then I want you to chew and swallow it!"

What the hell have I gotten myself into? Fucking a doctor whom next 
week might whack my cock, sack and balls from my body. Oh Jesus! I 
am dizzy with an onslaught of thoughts and my gut is wrenching with 
anxiety.

Feeling myself getting closer to orgasm, as I seize her nipple 
between my teeth pulling it away from her body I grip the scalpel 
from her hand and reach up and with a single swipe I slit her left 
nipple clean. She screams out in both pain and ecstasy. Blood oozes 
out of her wound down her tit and drips on my chest. 

"Eat it! Eat my nip now!" she gasps out as I pop the severed morsel 
into my mouth. 

I feel her warm blood bathing over my body. But I figure she is the 
expert so she must not be worried about bleeding to death.

I begin to chew on the nipple. It doesn’t have much taste at all 
and is kind of rubbery in its texture. There is more a taste of her 
blood than anything else.  As I do my orgasm builds and builds. I 
swallow her and erupt inside her draining all of my juice.

She heaves up and cries out in painful pleasure. She holds me deep 
inside her. I pump the last drops of my sperm into her. And then I 
wait for the consequences.

Now she is dismounting me with blood dripping from her wounded 
chest. She grabs some gauze and compresses it against where her 
left tit nipple used to be. She then gets what looks like an 
antiseptic and washes the lesion thoroughly. And to my utter 
amazement she sutures the wound closed without any indication of 
pain. Finally, the good doctor dresses the tip of her tit.

"Well," we got ourselves a bloody mess here, don’t we Mr. Solomon?"

I just laid there wondering what was coming down next. 

She brings me several wash cloths and a towel and tells me to clean 
myself up. She takes my examination gown and tosses it in the 
biohazard disposal. And then begins to wipe up the blood from the 
exam table and floor.

"You are probably wondering what that was all about," she asks with 
a smirk on her face. She continues without waiting for a reply from 
me, "I get my jollies feeling the pain of having my nipples cut 
off. Have had it done on numerous occasions. Oh yes, we have a 
regeneration process for nipples as well as breasts and the 
clitoris. Someday I am going to have some guy sever my clit while I 
suck his cock. But that guy won't be you, Mr. Solomon, because you 
are going to be dickless for quite a while after Monday."

Putting on a clean lab coat, and with a faint smile on her face, 
she remarks, "Thank you so much for a great fuck and nipple slice. 
Oh, by the way, you passed your exam."

With that she left the examination room closing the door behind her.

(Continued as Part 4 - Human Male Gonad Plant: Before the Harvest)