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Subject: PeterFile#02: OVERDRAWN AT THE SPERM BANK (mast, F/m, nurses, mild bond,breasts)
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                         NOTICE:



The following is one chapter in the series "The Peter Files", a work of=20

fiction intended solely for the enjoyment of adults. Each chapter involves=

=20

frank and explicit descriptions of male masturbation in a context of sexual=

=20

submission to women. The complete series involves varying elements of=20

humiliation and exposure, mild bondage, breast worship, female=

 nurse/doctors,=20

and threat of castration (but no serious violence or unpleasantness). If you=

=20

are a minor, or if stories such as described here and below would be illegal=

=20

in your location, or if you are likely to be offended by the subject, please=

=20

do not read further.



Moreover, the persons, medical institutions, medical facts and opinions, and=

=20

situations described herein are entirely fictional. Masturbation is a=

 normal,=20

healthy, and desirable activity. Expressions to the contrary in this work=

 are=20

for the fictional purpose of exploring and enjoying certain sexual attitudes=

=20

and imagery involving masturbation. If you have any concern over the=20

healthiness or acceptability of masturbation, please refer to a recognized=

=20

book on personal sexuality or a healthcare professional.



The author appreciates email feedback and discussions on this work and its=

=20

subject.



Copyright 1995 by Richard Lovel.=20





     (the fun stuff begins at this point)

**************** snip  **********************





THE PETER FILES, A CASE STUDY OF MASTURBATORY ADDICTION

               Published by=20

        Masturbation Dependency Program

    Institute for Correction of Sexual Misbehavior

Series Editor: Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital Therapist





Currently available chapters in "the Peter Files":



PeterFile#01: A STUDY OF MASTURBATORY ADDICTION (mast, F/m, nurse)

(Introduction to the series by Dr. Margaret Wilson)



PeterFile#02: OVERDRAWN AT THE SPERM BANK (mast, F/m, nurses, mild=

 bond,breasts)

(Peter is introduced to modern techniques of clinical sperm extraction.)



PeterFile#03: SUMMER CAMP (mast, F/m, teasing, mild w/s)

(An early, formative experience.)



PeterFile#04: PENIS CREAM (mast, F/m, teasing, nurse, breasts)

(Peter receives treatment for masturbation-induced penile abrasions.)



Warning: this series involves a frank and explicit exposition of=

 masturbatory=20

practices and associated sexual behaviors and may stimulate sexual arousal=

 in=20

susceptible males. IF YOU BEGIN TO EXPERIENCE PENILE ERECTIONS OR THE URGE=

 TO=20

ENGAGE IN UNSUPERVISED SEXUAL SELF-STIMULATION, WE URGE YOU TO STOP READING=

 AT=20

ONCE AND SEEK THE GUIDANCE OF A QUALIFIED GENITAL THERAPIST.



**********************************************







         Overdrawn at the Sperm Bank



(Editor=92s Note: Modern techniques of clinical sperm extraction are=

 remarkably=20

effective,  but the more powerful physical gratification produced can prove=

=20

addictive to some men. Here the experience unfortunately exacerbates Peter=

=92s=20

pre-existing tendencies.  =96 Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital=

 Therapist)







Lucy was seated beside me on the couch as she studied, wearing a blue denim=

=20

work shirt and cutoffs. We had been seeing each other casually for a few=20

weekends, on "study dates", as I helped her with freshman calculus. I had=20

always been numbingly shy around girls, but Lucy was two years my junior,=

 with=20

an easy, friendly manner that made me feel comfortable. I still could not=20

muster the nerve to make a non-platonic move, but lately we had been joking=

 a=20

lot about sex, as we both began to feel the potential growing in the=20

friendship. I was hoping that Lucy might finally be the girl to introduce me=

=20

to the as yet unknown mysteries of sex.



But tonight I was staring at the wall of the small college dorm room,=

 ignoring=20

both the book in my lap and the nearness of her sexy body. Occasionally she=

=20

glanced sideways at me, wondering why I seemed so preoccupied. At last she=

=20

could stand it no longer.=20



"You're really down tonight, Peter. What=92s the matter?"=20



"Oh, it=92s just=85 I'm just worried about my finances. I'm carrying a heavy=

 load=20

this semester, and I had to give up my part-time job. Now I've got to find=

=20

some way to earn a little money, something that doesn't take much time. I=

 just=20

can't make it on what I saved over the summer."=20



She put her book down and looked thoughtful. "Maybe I can help. There's got=

 to=20

be a way. Let's see, have you thought about tutoring?"=20



"No, that takes too much time. I=92d fall behind in my studies."=20



"Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, what about this: I heard some of the=

 other=20

kids pick up extra money by selling blood to the blood bank."=20



The idea made me shiver. "I, uh, don't care for needles, much. I nearly=

 faint=20

when I get a shot."=20



She laughed. "Don't be such a sissy. I've given blood, and it doesn't hurt a=

=20

bit." But I would have none of it. After several more suggestions were tried=

=20

and found wanting, she began to take on some of my gloom.=20



But a new idea suddenly occurred to her, and she looked up devilishly. "I=20

know! You could donate sperm! You know, to a sperm bank. I mean sell it,=20

actually. There's a new clinic that pays $45 per sample. Linda told me her=

=20

boyfriend tried it." Then in a tease, "Of course, you know what you=92d have=

 to=20

do for it, don=92t you? I=92ll bet it=92s real embarrassing."=20



Hiding my total lack of sexual sophistication, I nonchalantly said, "Hell,=

=20

everybody masturbates. I don't see what's so hard about jacking off into a=

=20

bottle. It's no more embarrassing than taking a urine sample."=20



"Well, I hate to do that, too. Besides, it's not just masturbating. Linda=

 said=20

it was really weird what they made him do. You sure it wouldn't bother you?=

 I=20

bet it would."=20



I was hardly wild about the idea, but Lucy, without meaning to, was calling=

 my=20

bluff. With more confidence than I felt, I said, "Nothing to it. In fact,=

 I'll=20

give it a try."=20



The next morning I called the clinic and made an appointment. They gave me=

=20

little information except to request that I abstain from sex or masturbation=

=20

until my appointment. There was little danger of sex in the interim, but=20

refraining from my usual and frequent manual releases was difficult. Two=

 days=20

later I entered a door bearing the sign "WORTHAM FERTILITY CLINIC". The=20

receptionist checked my name and said, "Oh yes, Mr. Stroker. Dr. Wortham=

 will=20

see you now."=20



She led me into an office, and I was not at all prepared for what I saw.=20

Seated behind a large mahogany desk was a smartly-dressed attractive woman=

 in=20

her late thirties. Her dark blond hair was tied back in a professional but=

=20

becoming style. I sneaked a glance at her shapely figure as she rose to=

 greet=20

me. "How do you do? I'm Gloria Wortham. Won't you have a seat?"=20



Face to face with the very womanly doctor, I was seized with sudden shyness=

=20

about the business I had come for. She understood and took the initiative.=

=20

"Now, Peter, I understand you wish to donate sperm. I know you may be a=

 little=20

anxious during your first visit, but there is no need to be embarrassed in=

 the=20

least. But before I explain the procedure, I'll need some information about=

=20

your medical history."=20



She began a long series of questions about the state of my health and of my=

=20

family. Finally she said, "Well, that all seems in order. But now I must ask=

=20

some rather personal questions pertaining to your emotional health. Do you=

=20

consider your sex life satisfactory?"=20



"Yes..uh...I think so..."=20



"You have a girl friend, I suppose?" She began probing in detail my sex life=

=20

and private relations with Lucy. I was embarrassed to admit to my lack of=20

experience, and pretended to rather more than I had. At last she seemed=20

satisfied.=20



"I hope you will forgive me for being so inquisitive, but I must understand=

=20

your motives for being here. For young men of a certain character, our=20

procedure can have unfortunate side effects."=20



I was becoming increasingly uneasy. "Side effects? But I thought I was just=

=20

supposed to... you know..."=20



"In conventional clinics, the donor is placed in a private room and=

 instructed=20

to masturbate into a specimen bottle. But here at the Wortham Clinic we=

 employ=20

a highly advanced technique to extract semen. A technique," she continued=

 with=20

pride, "I myself have developed. The specimens we obtain are far larger and=

=20

more potent."=20



I was thoroughly worried now. "You don't use needles, do you?"=20



She laughed. "Oh heavens, no. Your semen will be obtained through a process=

 of=20

masturbation, but in a novel manner. Our procedure is most pleasant, I=20

promise. In fact, the donor experiences a very powerful sexual=

 gratification,=20

even more gratifying than during normal masturbation. Does it embarrass you=

 to=20

discuss this?"=20



I was shifting nervously in my chair. "N...no, not at all."=20



"Good. I think it best if we are quite frank about it. Sexual sensations are=

=20

an essential part of the method, and we want you to experience them to the=

=20

fullest. The side effects I mentioned are emotional in nature: For some men,=

=20

the intense sexual gratification of the method may be... habit forming. I=

 will=20

explain more as we go along. Are you still willing to proceed?"=20



I was more than willing. Her calm, professional promise of extraordinary=20

sexual pleasure was unbelievably exciting. Trying to hide my eagerness, I=20

agreed.=20



"Just one more question, Peter. There will be technicians present during the=

=20

procedure, and it will be necessary for them to handle your genitals=20

extensively. Do you object to this?"=20



"Well... who would it be?" I had the unpleasant vision of a burly male=

 nurse.=20



She smiled and spoke into the intercom. "Debbie, we're ready for you now."=

 The=20

door opened and a girl about my age entered. She was dressed as a nurse, but=

=20

not in the usual starched sexless armor of the healthcare professional. Her=

=20

white blouse and skirt were cut tightly, revealing her figure. And what a=20

figure! Enormous breasts billowed beneath her blouse, arresting my eyes for=

=20

several seconds. Large firm hips and well-turned calves supported a pleasing=

=20

plumpness; and an open, cheerful face crowned her earthy body. I couldn't=

 have=20

been happier when Dr. Wortham said, "Debbie will assist in taking your=

 sample=20

today."=20



Debbie gave me a broad smile and said, in a charming southern drawl, "Howdy,=

=20

Peter. You just come along with me now, an' I'll fix you up." I smiled back=

=20

shyly, and followed her down the hall.=20



She led me into a small room which looked like a doctor's examination room,=

=20

with the unusual exception of full-length mirrors on two walls. There was a=

=20

sink in one corner, and in the center of the room there was a padded bench=

 of=20

strange design. Otherwise the room contained only an armless straight-backed=

=20

chair and a low stool.=20



"OK, Peter, step out of your pants and under shorts. You can leave your=

 shirt=20

on, if you want." I undressed and stood shyly before her, naked from the=

 waist=20

down, conscious of the rising erection ballooning my shirt tails. "Now over=

=20

the bench with you," she commanded, indicating the mysterious furniture in=

 the=20

center of the room. It was similar to a low piano bench, though not quite as=

=20

long. Under her instructions, I kneeled down and stretched out across it,=20

lying on my stomach. Debbie positioned my arms and legs along side the four=

=20

legs of the bench, and to my surprise, bound my wrist to the bench leg with=

 a=20

wide leather strap. She reached for my other wrist, but I jerked it free.=20



"Here now, Peter. Don't squirm around so. I got to git you tied down."=20



"Wait! I don't understand. Why are you tying me?"=20



"Don't you worry," she soothed me. "Dr. Wortham will be along directly to=20

explain. This here is necessary. If you want us to take your sperm sample,=

 you=20

got to be tied down. Besides," she added in a teasing voice, "if you're a=

 good=20

boy, I'll show you somethin' you'll like."=20



Grinning broadly, she began unbuttoning her blouse. I could see part of a=20

sheer white bra and an incredibly deep cleavage beckoning me. "Now just let=

 me=20

get this other wrist strapped down and I'll show you some more." Mesmerized,=

 I=20

allowed her to finish her task and soon found myself bound by wrist and=

 thigh=20

to the four legs of the bench.=20



She then stood in front of me and fulfilled her promise. Slowly parting the=

=20

blouse, she wriggled out of it and stood before me nude from the waist up=20

except for the sheer bra. Tan skin showed through the gauzy cups, and brown=

=20

nipples made dark circles at the tips. "That's enough for now. Don't want to=

=20

get you too worked up just yet. Are you comfortable?"=20



Glancing at my reflection in the mirrors, I saw what a ridiculous sight I=20

presented stretched over the bench. I lay on the soft padding which=

 supported=20

my weight. My shirt tails had ridden up, exposing my naked buttocks as if I=

=20

were a small boy awaiting a spanking. My knees were spread apart by the=20

bindings, and, dropping my head, I could look back between my thighs at the=

=20

delicate genitals dangling unprotected. The straps were tight but not=20

uncomfortably constricting. In fact, as I tugged gently against the bonds, I=

=20

began to feel strangely content, even excited by my absolute helplessness=20

before the beautiful captor. Whatever was going to happen, it was beyond my=

=20

control or responsibility. I could only relax and let it happen.=20



Just then the door opened behind me, and in the mirror I saw Dr. Wortham=20

enter. "Excellent, Debbie, I see he is ready. Let's begin." Taking the=

 chair,=20

she sat in front of me and smiled reassuringly. "You must have many=

 questions,=20

Peter. Let me explain what is happening to you. As I said, we will obtain=

 your=20

semen by a process of masturbation, but we will not have you manipulate=20

yourself. The reason is that when a man masturbates himself, he loses all=20

self-control in the rush to achieve his climax. It's just 'Wham, bam, thank=

=20

you, hand'." She and Debbie chuckled at what must have been a standard joke.=

=20

"That is quite to be expected, of course, but it does not allow his=

 testicles=20

time to release the optimal quantity of sperm."=20



Meanwhile Debbie had drawn up the stool behind my upraised posterior and sat=

=20

down. In the mirror I saw her hands reaching between my thighs for my=20

vulnerable organs. Her fingers lightly grasped my sack and began a heavenly=

=20

scratching. I moaned involuntarily with pleasure.=20



"But I have found (through extensive tests) that larger and more potent=20

samples are obtained when the whole matter is, shall we say, taken out of=

 the=20

donor's hands. The goal is to prolong the release, so the subject has time=

 to=20

develop a good strong pre-ejaculatory tension. The climax is like a fruit,=

=20

Peter: it must not be taken before it is ripe. And we are very patient=20

gardeners."=20



The soft tickling on my tender glands was casting me into a trance. My voice=

=20

was barely audible. "But... why did you... mmm... tie me up?"=20



"Well, Peter, we have found it necessary to restrain the donor during the=20

session. I think you will see why later."=20



Debbie extended her delicate tickling to the sensitive underside of my=

 shaft,=20

which jutted poker-stiff between my legs. The excitement caused my limb to=

=20

drip its clear lubricant, and, catching one of these drops, she spread it=

 over=20

the tuck of skin just below the head. I began straining against the bonds,=

 not=20

for freedom but to savor the delightful feeling of captivity.=20



"He's drippin' pretty good now, Dr. Wortham. Should I milk him some?"=20



"Yes, I think he is ready for Phase Two. You'll like this, Peter."=20



The buxom girl reached for a bottle of baby oil and doused her left hand=20

liberally. Then grasping my sack firmly with her right, she squeezed her=20

slippery fingers over my shaft with a motion exactly like that of milking a=

=20

cow. Waves of pleasure inundated me. Soon I was issuing soft moans, sounding=

=20

for all the world like the lowing of a cow with her full udders in the hands=

=20

of a country maid. Debbie's firm grip on my glands filled me with a warm,=20

secure feeling. I was completely under her control.=20



After a few moments, Dr. Wortham interrupted. "How do his testicles feel,=20

Debbie?"=20



"They're pretty tight, Doctor."=20



"Then let's go on to Phase Three."=20



Debbie released my private parts suddenly. The abandonment was nearly as=

 cruel=20

as a blow. I groaned in complaint.=20



"Don't worry, Peter, we're merely changing places. On a donor's first visit,=

 I=20

always like to take the specimen myself. Besides, Debbie has another treat=

 for=20

you."=20



Debbie now sat in front of me and to my great delight reached behind her=

 back=20

and unfastened her bra. Her magnificent breasts fell forward into my view.=

=20

Each was perfectly shaped: full and round, jutting in a graceful curve, and=

=20

decorated by a wide brown aureole tipped by a large pink nipple. They swayed=

=20

slightly as she tossed the bra into a corner.=20



On the stool behind me Dr. Wortham explained, "As I mentioned earlier,=

 Peter,=20

sexual arousal is an important factor in our collection process. Part of=20

Debbie's job is to provide the donor with visual stimulation. I think she=

 does=20

that admirably, don't you?"=20



I was fascinated by the sight, and emboldened enough to ask, "Please, Dr.=20

Wortham, would it be all right, could I... just... kiss them?"=20



"Well! I don't know, Peter. It is highly irregular! Besides, Debbie might=

 not=20

wish to let you..."=20



"Oh, I don't mind, Doctor. I let some of the other donors do it."=20



"Well, all right then. But just a little." Debbie knelt before me and,=

 placing=20

her hand beneath her left breast, lifted it into my lips. I drew the=

 prominent=20

nipple into my mouth and tasted a rapture undreamed of. After a few minutes,=

=20

Dr. Wortham coughed. "Ahem. I think that is enough, Debbie. Let's proceed."=

=20



"Yes, Doctor." She drew back to her chair. Her cheeks were pink and the=

 nipple=20

was stiffly erect.=20



Dr. Wortham now began a light tickling on the swell of my manhood, as Debbie=

=20

had done. But I soon realized that there was a great difference in the=20

abilities of the two women. Where Debbie was skilled, Dr. Wortham was=20

inspired. Where the girl was forthright and simple, the woman was subtle and=

=20

unpredictable. She seemed to know telepathically the most sensitive point to=

=20

attack, and when to withhold attack to increase my longing unbearably. She=

=20

caressed my private spaces with divine cruelty, raising me to monstrous=20

excitement. Slowly, ever so slowly, she stroked the delicate underside of my=

=20

member. Little by little she brought me to the brink of release and then --=

=20

she stopped, withdrawing her hand to leave my shaft naked and quivering with=

=20

longing. I groaned in an agony of disappointment.=20



"No, Peter, no," she sighed. "We won't finish just yet. I'm sorry, but we=

 must=20

let the pressure build a little more." Wild with frustrated lust, I=

 struggled=20

against the bonds, trying to reach my organs with my own hands, but the=

 straps=20

held firm. "You see, Peter, the bindings are quite necessary. You could not=

=20

resist the desire to masturbate now, could you?"=20



"No..." I moaned in misery. I looked up at Debbie, who smiled back with=20

sympathetic understanding. The sight of her large bare breasts, hanging=

 almost=20

to her lap, was strangely soothing.=20



After a pause, the excruciating stroking began again. Time and again Dr.=20

Wortham brought me to the brink only to withdraw, ignoring my frantic pleas=

=20

for release. Finally, she held me on the edge of fulfillment for what seemed=

=20

like eternity, and I dreaded the moment that she would again abandon my=

 flesh=20

to its lonely torment. But to my great joy I heard, "Peter, I think it's=

 time.=20

I'm going to let you finish now, and I want a great big squirt."=20



She stroked my penis not fast but steadily, letting my desire push me slowly=

=20

over the threshold. At last I felt the flood gates opening, and in near=20

delirium I looked back between my legs to see her cradling and massaging my=

=20

member in one hand. The other hand brought a small glass specimen bottle up=

=20

and pressed it to the tip, just as my grateful flesh pulsed and spurted a=20

stream of pearly liquid. Jet after jet gushed out, in audible spurts against=

=20

the glass, more than I could believe possible, filling the bottle nearly to=

=20

overflowing. "That's it, Peter, squirt for me. Don't hold back, let me have=

 it=20

all," she urged as she milked the last few drops of fluid from my loins.=20



Dr. Wortham patted my buttocks and left, taking her prize to the lab for=20

analysis, and I remained slumped speechless over the bench for some time=20

afterwards. Then Debbie untied me and helped me to dress. I was so weak I=20

could hardly stand. After I had rested, she helped me to walk back to Dr.=20

Wortham's office.=20



As I sat down, she beamed at me across her desk. "Well done, Peter, well=

 done.=20

Three milliliters of semen and 98 percent potent. You certainly have earned=

=20

your fee." She began writing out a check. "Tell me, did you enjoy the=20

session?"=20



I was still dazed by the experience. "I... I... didn't know it would be=

 so...=20

like that. I've never felt like that before."=20



She paused and studied me carefully. "Peter, let me give you some advice.=

 For=20

your own good, go home to your nice girl friend and don't come back to=

 donate=20

sperm again. I think I see certain... tendencies in your character which=20

should not be encouraged. Of course, it's up to you. Your sperm will always=

 be=20

welcome."=20



"No, Dr. Wortham," I agreed. "I won't be back."=20



I took my leave and returned to the dorm. I went to bed early that night and=

=20

slept deeply. I was awakened late the next morning by the ringing of the=20

telephone.=20



"Hello? ... Oh, hi, Lucy ... Yeah. It went OK at the clinic. Like I said, no=

=20

big deal.... Hmmm, tonight? That sounds nice, but I don't think we should=

 get=20

together for a few days. I've got a big exam coming on Monday and I better=

=20

cram for it ... Yeah, right. Real soon. Bye."=20



I sat on the edge of the bed for a few moments and then dialed a number.=

 "Dr.=20

Wortham? It's Peter Stroker.... I was wondering if, could I have another=20

appointment on Monday? ... Yeah, I know, but I really want one ... Great!=20

Thanks. Thanks a lot!"=20



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