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The Britain Acres Institute where I worked, is both a medical clinic and health spa, owned and operated by women. The clinic staff is entirely made up of medical doctors, CMTs, and Registered Nurses.
I’d been working there about a year and a half when the head office at the clinic called me in and instructed me that I must wear a “male chastity device”. The reason given was to prevent erections when I’m working around the premises and in view of any women who might be nearby. Thusly, I could feel free to go naked or next to naked. Also, I would be allowed to shower and have a locker in the gym along with the women as long as I’m wearing the MCD. I was happy to oblige. Being allowed to go naked amongst women seemed too good to be true, but I wondered just how wearing the device would feel. I had seen them advertised on kinky websites, but didn’t know very much about such things.
First, I had to go to a physical exam where they measured my privates in order to determine the perfect size of the device. This entailed two nurses using string and small tape-measures to make an accurate record of the various dimensions of my package. It was fun, to say the least. Two attractive ladies going about the business of examining and fitting me for a chastity cage. I was told to stand naked with my hands on my head as they started the procedure. I tried my best to cooperate in an appropriate manner. I knew it might be uncool if I got a hard-on, but that was almost impossible to avoid as they calmly and clinically handled every detail of my nether regions. In a manner of minutes, ‘mister happy’ started bobbing up and down with unbridled enthusiasm. The nurses looked at each other embarrassed and awkwardly tried to maintain professional decorum, but to no avail. Several times I saw them trying to stifle a laugh as my blue-veined purple-head continued to bounce and dance in a lewd display of arousal.
I came to learn that most of the staff members felt it important that I be kept in a state of arousal as much as possible. They believed the arousal would in turn produce better quality semen, and improve testicle health in general. That’s why they had selected a large tube size for my MCD. Erections were encouraged, it was ejaculations that needed to be minimized. They knew that during my chores and various duties I would often be afforded a delicious view of naked or semi-naked women. Exercise classes, outdoor yoga sessions, not to mention the locker room and shower. I was told in no uncertain terms: “You can watch, but you must be wearing the device.”
Okay, no problem.
When the device arrived, I was again in the clinic room to have it installed. This was a bit difficult because with me standing naked in front of three nurses I immediately got an erection. And that made it next to impossible to get my dick into the tube. Fiddling and fussing, the nurses became less and less patient as they tried to get my little fatty to fit into the clear plastic sheath. The more they handled me, the harder I got. It became obvious that this wasn’t going to work, so one of the nurses suggested a cold bath. They all agreed and started preparing a tub for me to sit in. “This should do the trick.” said the head nurse, as I lowered my butt into ice cold water.
Not a pleasant experience for me, but as I sat shivering, the hard-on started shrinking. “Okay, let’s try again.” said head nurse Olga. They helped me up, handed me a towel, and positioned me standing by the exam table.
The retention ring was installed first. An ergonomically designed ring to which the tube, or penis sheath, fastened. Holding onto my scrotum, they pulled down and gently pushed each ball through the ring. Then my soft dick was pushed through also so that everything was circled by the ring. It felt like it was gonna give me a hard-on again and I heard Olga say, “Hurry up..” as they applied lube and proceeded to squash my penis into the tube and fasten it to the ring. Once it was in place, Olga took a key, and I heard a click as she locked the device.
“Is that comfortable?” asked nurse Olga, and I had to admit it was. No pinching, scraping, or hair pulling. I felt like I could wear this thing indefinitely.
“You can wear it in the shower, in bed, at work, exercise, or anything you normally do” she said, “just understand, we hold the key.” I realized there was no escape, my cock was locked. “You see David, the reason for this is that you absolutely must NOT masturbate, we can’t have you undermining the progress of improving the quality of your semen.”
I was beginning to understand.
“But don’t you worry, I’m sure you will be happy with our regular semen sample procedures.” Somehow I knew that was gonna be good.
I got into the routine of doing my various jobs: gardening, pool maintenance, electrician, plumber, all while wearing the MCD. This was quite a novel experience, often being naked in front of the ladies, and more than made up for the inconvenience. But the real Demetevler Escort compensation was having regular semen samples taken.
Every two or three days I had to go to a clinic room where a nurse would unlock the devise and proceed to masturbate me, in order to collect the results for analysis. Needless to say, I was in seventh heaven as nurse Patricia clinically went about her job. First, she had me lay naked on the massage table for a brief but careful examination of my sex organs. This I loved, as she gently grasped, pinched and probed every detail of my package. This also provided me the anticipation of what’s about to take place, anticipation which is sure to cause a raging boner. Once I was fully erect, Patricia would seamlessly transform the exam to a full-out hand job. Ever so gradually, her ministrations became more and more erotic until she was fondling me with vigorous abandon. Clinical soft touching became blatant sexual stroking as I could only lay there moaning.
Patricia was truly an expert. She knew exactly how to take me to the edge and then back off. Over and over she would bring me to the brink of orgasm, then ease off and start again. “This is necessary in order to obtain the fullest load possible,” she explained. “And we need to be sure you are completely drained.” She often used a finger in my ass, for the same reason. Prostate stimulation was the ultimate icing on the cake, and Patricia was a true expert at this as well.
When the moment was near, she would hold a plastic cup, point my dick downwards and collect my load into it. For me, these orgasms were extremely intense. Every single time, I saw stars as I lay there shuddering and twitching on the table.
I loved this routine. Even though after each session I had to be locked back into the device and return to my cabin.
Then after a few weeks of this routine, I was called to the head office again. This time to inform me that I’ve officially been assigned to the “Testicle Health Program”. I was given a few papers with information and instructions on the subject of testicle health. I learned some of the basics: keep testes cooler, wear loose pants with no underwear, regular checkups, testicle massage, testosterone levels will be monitored, ejaculations limited to a specific schedule geared to optimize sperm count, sperm motility, and semen volume, and lots more interesting stuff. I was delighted with the assignment, but it made me wonder where exactly this was leading.
I had to schedule regular appointments with Dr. Judith Eddelson, the resident expert on male physiology. Each time, she would unlock the device and give me a thorough physical exam, concentrating on the sexual organs; testicle condition and size, penile responsiveness, erection stability, etc. as well as the prostate. I was totally naked during these exams.
At the first appointment, I couldn’t believe this was happening as Dr. Eddelson asked me to stand close while she sat in her chair and matter-of-factly handled my privates. Circling my balls, pulling the scrotum, feeling and squeezing my now hard dick from root to the tip, inserting a finger in my ass, carefully squeezing each testicle as she felt for lumps or any irregularities, she seemed to enjoy my awkward reactions. Doctor Judith was a strong, mature, strict lady who had the look of authority, experience, and ability. No nonsense.
Interesting that such a proper official appeared to take such pleasure in man-handling me. She savored it, with gusto.
Taking her time, she would continue to grope and manipulate me in every way imaginable. I loved it of course, but part of me was afraid, wondering what was gonna happen next.
“David, before you were locked in the MCD, did you masturbate a lot?” she asked.
“Well, uh, I guess so.” I answered, hoping I wouldn’t be scolded for such a confession.
“The reason I ask is because you seem to have very quick responses… Do you always get hard this fast?”
“Um… I don’t know, I mean, I’m not used to this… this type of… situation.”
“Okay I understand that, but what I need to know is: in a normal erotic encounter, do you usually erect this quickly?”
I thought about it, then answered, “For me, I guess so… it depends. Besides, I can’t really say, ’cause I don’t have anything to compare it to.”
“That’s alright honey, I’m just trying to get an overall idea of your sexual experience. We need to know some things in order to determine what treatment program is best for you.”
“Treatment?” I wondered.
She paused, then went on, “You see, all men are different… each body is different. The best treatment for one might not be good for another, so we want to find out as much as we can about your particular inclinations, tendencies, and basic disposition. We must ascertain your various levels and make a profile chart. Then and only then can we decide on the proper arrangement Otele gelen escort for you.”
As she spoke, her ministrations to my privates became less firm (but my dick became more firm) and she continued, “We will prescribe the best possible program for you, in order to foster the peak of sexual health; semen quality and volume, ejaculation control, as well as your ability to deliver.”
“Deliver?” I wondered what that’s all about.
After several of these wonderful examinations, I came to realize that the reason for all this regimen is that I’m being prepped for the “Semen Donor” program.
One time she began an informative lecture, telling me, “It’s now known that semen has many benefits other than producing a baby. It can aid in relieving mental depression, anxiety, as well as low energy. And general physical well-being can be enhanced by using regular doses of fresh healthy semen.”
I sat there listening, totally dumbfounded.
“We have quite a few clients applying, mostly post-menopausal women who, for one reason or another, do not want the encumbrance that goes along with a personal relationship. Some don’t necessarily want sex, they just want the beneficial effects of good semen.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Now David, if you are accepted as a donor, you will be expected to deliver… no matter what. Whether or not she’s your type should not concern you. I mean, even if you’re not attracted to her, you still have to do your job. And that job is: to get it up, put it in, and deposit that load.” Pausing, she stared at me intently. “These women are by no means glamor-girls or beauty contest winners, but most of them ARE self-sufficient, intelligent seniors who haven’t given up on life… and I think you will be able to find some feature you like in any one of them, be it her ankles, breasts, curvy hips, legs, whatever. All you have to do is give it to them… I’m sure you can handle that, hmmm?”
She started detailing what an appointment would be like. “You will not be required to romantically pursue these women in any way. In fact, they will be doing their best to gain YOUR favor. No courtship necessary.”
I listened intently.
“Initially, the sessions will be held here at the clinic, and supervised by one of our qualified staff members. This is to make sure the process goes according to plan, and that you learn proper procedure. Then, only when we are confident you are ready, can we book outside arrangements.”
I wondered how long that would take.
“An outside appointment starts when you arrive at her location, exchange friendly introductions, maybe a glass of wine and some small-talk, after which you both get down to business.”
“Once underway you should follow her lead… I mean, each lady is different. One may prefer a ‘quickie’, while another might want extended foreplay. You’ll need to get a sense of her idea and act accordingly.”
“Same as always,” I thought.
“Some ladies are into an intimate sexual experience, while others just want the payload. And a few (maybe two or three) actually don’t care for sex… For one reason or another, they don’t want ANY sensual intimacy whatsoever. In that case, you just wait for her cue, and do the deed.”
I thought, “Wow” could this really be true?
“Most of these women are nice and friendly and will expect a delicious good time. With them it will probably begin as you both take your clothes off, enjoy looking at each other, then you working up a good erection while she pleasures herself in front of you. And when she’s ready, you go to it.”
“Nice”, I said to myself.
“But with those few who DON’T want the intimate foreplay, you will need to be careful not to touch her in an overt, sexual way at first. In fact, you’d best do nothing but watch as she gets herself ready. She’ll probably be looking away, fingering herself and acting like you aren’t even there. You’ll just have to deal with it. Think of it as the ultimate ‘quickie’.”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
“You see David, all these ladies are hiring a service; to receive a dose of healthy semen. They paid good money and put their trust in our clinic so as to be free of any worries, physical or mental.” For the most part, they will prefer the donor be unattractive, so as to reserve attractive men for love, and maybe fertilization of her eggs.
Somehow I knew I definitely fell into the “unattractive” category.
She looked at me intensely again. “So if you don’t think you’re up to the challenge, or if you can’t abide by the rules…”
I blurted instantly, “Oh no, yeah! I’m okay with all that.”
“Good. Now first, I have some more papers for you to read.” She opened a file drawer and gathered some brochures and articles. “You need to read up on the subject. It’s important that you fully understand the purpose Balgat Escort of this service…”
I sat still, listening.
“You see, this is entirely for the client’s benefit. They have purchased an appointment for a semen donation, and you will deliver it. In a professional manner.”
She handed me the bundle of papers and continued, “There’s a lot of information here, mostly about the chemistry of semen and its physical & psychological benefits.”
I nodded again.
“I want you to know some facts and basic concepts, so you will recognize the significance of the donations you provide… Semen is truly powerful medicine. Nature’s elixir, for health and well-being. And the source is your body. You are supplying a precious gift. That’s why we assigned you to the rigorous testicle training program. I know it’s a bit tough at times, but you must be diligent. It’s worth the effort, I assure you.”
“Yes ma’am” I agreed.
“Okay. Take the folder back to your cabin, read up on it, and be here bright and early tomorrow for your final briefing.”
I hurried back to my living quarters eager to study the material. The folder contained many articles on semen. Some were more scientific than others. Detailed descriptions of chemical content, and a few experimental studies. Here’s a quote from one article:
Based on my knowledge of evolutionary sexology, I have come up with a useful clinical intervention, and I see it working every day! It is based on the theory that seminal plasma (the fluid that provides nutrients and protection for sperm, consisting of a complex range of organic and inorganic constituents) may have many health benefits.
The alleged benefits of seminal plasma are activated when a man deposits semen into a woman’s vagina. Newer research suggests that the same benefits may be available if the seminal plasma is swallowed. Some theories even suggest that semen deposited anally will offer the same benefits. The existence of “butt plugs” suggest that some may want to keep the seminal plasma inside.
Here are ten alleged health benefits of seminal plasma:
1. Natural anti-depressant.?2. Natural anxiety reducer.?3. Improves quality of sleep.?4. Increases energy.?5. Improves concentration.?6. Improves memory.?7. Improves mental alertness.?8. Assists with pregnancy maintenance.?9. Increases female-initiated sexual behavior.?10. Reduces pain.
Some of the helpful chemicals in seminal plasma include testosterone, estrogen, prolactin, opioid peptides, oxytocin, serotonin, melatonin, and norepinephrine. Just think, you can get a dose of all that without having to go to the vitamin store!
Needless to say, I was elated to find out there were benefits to semen infusion other than pregnancy, and that several women wanted a ‘dose’. Couldn’t wait to get started ‘disseminating the product’, my gift to women in need.
I studied the papers Dr. Eddelson had given me, learning all I could, and kept abiding by the physical regimen she had outlined. I was required to wear the MCD at all times, mainly to curtail masturbation. She held the key, there was no way I could take it off without her unlocking it. It was quite comfortable and did not hinder my daily activities (physical exercise, work, shower, etc.) but when it came to bedtime, I knew why they wanted me to wear it. Every night as I drifted off, my thoughts turned to sex. Images flooded through my head, women, tits, pussy, asses, thighs, calves, ankles, feet, and most of all their sexy faces. Dreaming and fantasizing, I desperately wanted to stroke myself. But as I lurched automatically, my hand would find only the hard plastic cage with my dick inside, swollen all the way to the limits. I could feel my balls just fine, but the penis, even though fully engorged, no way. Each night I realized over and over there would be no ejaculation possible. Eventually I resigned myself to this new regime and became able to fall asleep.
I don’t know how I could have continued, had it not been for the consolation that frequently I was to go to the clinic for an exam. These check-ups often included taking a semen sample, collected by nurse Carole, to be analyzed for various quantities and qualities. Just like my appointments before with Patricia, nurse Carole would put me into position and masturbate me to orgasm. Often she would finger my prostate to ensure complete ejaculation. And also as before, the orgasms were positively spectacular.
These sessions were fairly regular, like say, every three days. But then after a while, the procedure began to evolve. I found fewer and fewer times that I would be allowed to ejaculate. They called it a “Booster Session”. They explained to me that it was necessary for training and conditioning. “Sorry we have to interrupt before you finish,” nurse Carole said sweetly, “but try to focus on the pleasure I’m giving you.” I wasn’t sure exactly what she was talking about. “You will find that orgasm comes in many forms,” she said quietly, “and ejaculation is not the only way to orgasm.”
I dreaded the thought of being denied an orgasm after such wonderful stimulation, but at the same time I was truly learning the enjoyment of being at peak arousal for extended periods of time. It felt great, even if I didn’t get to cum.
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