The Procedure

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	Robert Hanson waited, the medical table cold against his naked butt. He pulled his hospital gown down, wishing for even one more inch of thin, silky material. The white gown barely, barely reached his upper thigh, and threatened to expose his nudity with the slightest movement.

	Forty-year-old Robert could remember a time before the Powers came, when hospital gowns were long and male patients were treated with respect. But since all women on Earth had gained the ability to read and control any man's sexual arousal, each year Robert had gotten fewer 'Yes Sir's' from the pretty young nurses and many more teasing smirks and pats on the butt.

	Even today, the leggy admitting nurse half his age had bypassed the long, heavy gowns in the supply closet to hand him this almost transparent, silky one which barely reached below his hip. Ten years ago, Robert would have laughed in her face. Now, he just put it on and endured her giggles about how "absolutely precious" he looked in it even as he scrambled to pull it down.

	Because he knew what an Awakened Woman could do to his tender cock and balls with just a thought. And that the younger ones, with their new, raw Powers were always the most wicked. In fact, that was the whole reason he was here...

	His cock suddenly started hardening at the thought, and Robert scrambled to think of anything else.

	The door suddenly opened and Dr Miranda Gates strode in without knocking, chuckling when Robert jumped and tried pulling down his gown again.

	"Well, Mr Hanson," she said looking at his chart, "the admitting nurse says your heart rate, temperature and blood pressure are completely normal. So, why have you come in today, other than the chance to model that adorable baby-doll nightie for us?"

	Robert blushed and pulled the gown down more, trying to make it do the impossible: cover both his front and rear at the same time. He decided to cover his cock and balls, leaving his butt hanging in the wind. "Doctor, well, I, um... needed a certain procedure... done to me. My normal doctor is a man, and you're my wife's doctor and I didn't know where else to turn...

	"Ah, so it's a Powers procedure then?" Miranda said, arching an eyebrow at him. "An intimate one?"

	Robert blushed and nodded. "Yes."

	"I see." Miranda crossed the room in two long strides, her open toed high heels clicking on the floor, then pulled a rolling stool from the corner. She sat in front of Robert, crossing her extremely long legs and discreetly pulling her business skirt three more inches above her knee to enhance his view, and his discomfort. "Which one?"

	He gulped. "Well, it's just that, you see my wife is horribly sick with the flu, she can't get out of bed at all."

	"Sex Powers can't help that. Only fluids and rest," Miranda chuckled, dangling a strappy high heel from her painted toes. Even as he struggled not to look, she sensed his erection begin and his heart start to speed up.

	"I know, but you see, she was supposed to go on a field trip with our daughter, our high-school daughter."

	"Yes, go on."

	Robert resolved to look the stunning doctor in the face, even as she crossed her tanned, mile-long legs in front of him again. He broke the vow as she dangled her other heel, looking him in the eyes with a patient but knowing smirk. He coughed and continued, fighting his own eyes.

	"Well, my wife, um, was going to be one of the trip's chaperones, the PTA insisted, but, um without her the trip will be canceled-"

	"Mr Hanson. I've got three patients to see this hour. And I can already sense your penis hardening under that cute gown, just as clearly as I could hear a phone ringing in this room. So please, go ahead and look at my feet if it makes it easier for you to get to the point." Robert blushed even more as Miranda winked at his shocked face with a laugh. "Who knew pedicures would ever be tax write-offs for doctors?"

	"Doctor, please...

	"Don't worry, I won't tell your wife how easily I got you aroused!"

	Robert gulped and lowered his eyes to the doctor's pretty feet, loosening his death grip on the hem of his gown. The silk tented loosely over his half-hard penis, which slowly crept towards the ceiling as he talked.

	"Well, the other mothers, they're high-paid executives, but my boss, she made me part-time last year. I could chaperone, but it's, um, a cheerleading team trip to the regional finals. Every team will be staying in the same hotel. My daughter and her friends, and hundreds of cheerleaders, in the rooms all around me! Even at night!"

	Miranda threw her head back and laughed as Robert got fully hard, tenting the silky gown obscenely. "I think I understand now, Mr Hanson! You don't think you'll be able to control your urges with all those cute teenage girls around, do you?"

	She slapped her thigh, laughing as she said, "You know you'll give in to temptation and masturbate at night, even though it means broadcasting your thoughts to every girl in the hotel, even to your daughter!"

	Robert's head hung down towards the floor, but his hard cock still pointed at the ceiling, quivering, untouched. Miranda rolled forward so that her feet were once again in his view. "How long is the trip?"

	"Seven days."

	Now she was laughing again. Even through his shame, Robert noticed Miranda's toes looked very pretty while she laughed.

	"You don't think you could keep your hands off your cock for one little week! Even knowing what it would do to your daughter? Oh my goodness! You're all just horny little boys, aren't you? Even the grown ones!"

	Robert's throat had gone dry with shame, but he managed to croak a sentence out. "I've heard... there was a procedure... a Powers procedure... that would keep me from even being able to touch my... self."

	"Oh yes, we can definitely do that here. We've been doing Procedure 501 for about three years, but I want you to understand something. Stop drooling over my toes for a second, Mr Hanson, and look me in the eyes."

	Robert did, matching his red face with her smiling one.

	"I can do Procedure 501 on you," Miranda said, her amused green eyes making him tremble, "but you have to understand- afterwards, you won't be able to touch your penis or testicles. At all.

	"But you will still achieve erections if aroused. And your sex drive will continue as normal. If one of those girls follows the sound of your erection back to you, she'll be able to tickle tease your balls at the least, maybe more if she's experienced, and because you can't masturbate to completion and get soft, there won't be one blessed thing on Earth you can do to escape her. You'll have to take whatever she chooses to give you, for hours. Maybe even days."

	Miranda giggled inwardly at the sudden fear in Robert's eyes.

	"But I thought... if I didn't touch myself... I'd be hidden."

	"You'd be anonymous, not invisible. It's true that if you stroke, any nearby woman will see you and see your thoughts, instantly, even through walls. But a hard cock is just a noise in the darkness. The girl won't know who she's teasing, but she may choose to anyway, just for the practice. You know how high school girls are."

	Miranda smiled as Robert's cock spasmed from some private memory.

	"But... it's still the safest path, right Doctor?"

	"If you can keep your erections reasonable, yes. The harder the cock, the easier it is to find."

	Miranda crossed her legs again, letting her skirt slide high, high up on her thigh. His eyes darted there, hooked like a fish, and she smiled. "So, do you still want to go through with the procedure, Mr Hanson?"

	Robert knew this was an important decision. That he should consider everything he had just been told, all the ramifications. But all he could think about was Dr Miranda Gates' incredibly long legs, how her tendons pulled with every languid motion, and her painted toenails. And his daughter's cheer friends jumping, bouncing, barefoot in the halls, giggling, bending over in front of him...

	"Yes doctor! Please!"

	Miranda stood up and squeezed his thigh, the sudden electric touch making him hold his breath. "I hoped you'd say that, Mr Hanson! Procedure 501 is quite fun for my nurses and I to perform!"

	She let one finger lightly scratch the inside of his thigh once, then pulled her hand away to watch his raging cock twitch with a smirk. "But before we begin, is there anything you'd like to... 'take care' of? You won't get another chance for quite a while."

	"What! Here? in front of you?"

	She laughed. "I've seen many, many men masturbate, Mr Hanson. Half of them right here in this room. And I can tell you're quite backed-up."

	Robert couldn't believe the doctor was staring right at his crotch, waiting for an answer. "I haven't... done that... while my wife's been sick."

	"Awww, you are such a thoughtful husband! Now, which one of my feet would you like me to slip out of its shoe, the right or left? I'll let you cum right on my arch if you promise to clean up afterwards."

	Miranda stepped back and posed for him, pulling her right foot halfway out of her heel and standing on those toes, then the left. "Hurry hurry! Right or left? I'll only let you stare at one of my feet naked."

	"Doctor... he stammered, blushing, fidgeting under the confident woman's smirking gaze. "I... can't!"

	"Mister Hanson, are you quite sure?" she asked, still posing her long leg and slim foot in front of him. "I can look over some paperwork if it will make you feel better- I have a sense it won't take you long to express your testicles."

	He blushed again. "No, Doctor. I'll wait."

	Miranda slipped both feet fully back into her high-heels. "Oh well," she shrugged. "Just remember that I offered." She turned to the sink and started washing her hands. "Why don't you slip out of that cute silky number you've been teasing me with into something a little more... nude?"

	Robert took a deep breath, then, while Miranda was still turned away, pulled the short gown over his head. Looking at her professional yet attractive skirt, her crisp shirt and expensive high heels, he felt very naked by comparison. He held the silky gown over his crotch as covering, which was exactly the wrong thing to do.

	His wife jacked Robert off into silk every Friday, if he had been good through the week and done all his housework. Whether it was silk thongs or wider v-cuts, she took great pleasure in gliding the girly, frilly, colorful panties over her manly husband's cock until he begged for mercy or spurted into them like a little boy. Robert got hard just looking at her silk panties now in the dresser, which is exactly the result his wife had been training him towards.

	But feeling the familiar fabric on his cock now, and watching Dr Gates bend far over the sink in her tight skirt to dry her hands, Robert couldn't help but slide the baby-soft silk up and down his shaft, just a little. Miranda cleared her throat without turning.

	"Mr Hanson. The only man allowed to think about fucking me in the ass is my husband, so please restrict your fantasies to my feet or calves only." Robert's heart stopped, as did his hand. She turned at the waist to laugh at his horrified expression.

	"Besides, you already had your chance for that. Toss your gown in that bin, please, and hands at your sides."

	Miranda watched him comply, looked over his naked body just long enough to make him squirm, then turned back to the sink with a chuckle. And took an extra long time re-washing her hands and forearms, rolling her sleeves up, and removing her rings. While humming and shifting her butt to a pop tune she had heard in the breakroom. And slipping her right foot out of its heel and scratching a nagging itch on her left calf. Three separate times.

	When she finally turned to face Robert again, Miranda found his cock a twitching, dripping bottle rocket dying to go off.

	"Good boy," she told the older man sitting on his hands. "Now stay just like that, while I call the nurse."

	Robert would have run when Miranda opened the door to the hallway and just left it wide, if there had been anywhere to run to. After the first two nurses walked by, peeking in on him with a smirk, he closed his eyes. He continued sitting on his hands as Miranda yelled, "Susan! Bring the cart for one Willy Wanker special!"

	She waved his shocked expression off with a hand. "Oh, that's just what we call a 501 around here. Don't think anything about it," she laughed, then walked back to stand very close to him, looking at his naked, nervous body. "Most of the males we do the procedure to are quite a bit... younger than you."

	A cheerful blond nurse with a ponytail bounced into the room, pushing a loaded cart in front of her. "I've got the cart! Where's our cute little masturbator?" She took in the middle-aged man waiting nude and hard for her, then put a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know it was for a-"

	"It's okay Susan, Mr Hanson understands," Miranda said. "Now please, prepare the supplies."

	Susan wheeled the cart to Robert's side, giggling as he blushed. Susan was maybe, maybe a year older than his daughter. She had bright eyes, a face as cute as candy and her scrubs couldn't hide a tight, athletic little body. "Well I think it's a very good thing you're doing, Mr Hanson," she said in her high, little girl's voice as she laid out jars and brushes.

	"Most of the procedures we do are because mothers are tired of seeing their sons' dirty thoughts every night or cleaning loads and loads of stained towels. Selfish little wankers- I actually like cutting them off, knowing how full and painful their balls are going to get!" She giggled again. "But you, an older married man, voluntarily giving up the ability to masturbate- it's so honorable!"

	Miranda picked up one of the brushes Susan had laid out, then said, "Mr. Hanson is getting the procedure because he doesn't think he'll be able to keep from masturbating while watching his high-school aged daughter and her friends jump around in short cheer skirts for seven days."

	Robert cringed as Susan looked him over again, a completely different expression now on her face. Especially when she looked at the twitching, dripping erection in his lap. "Oh!" she giggled. "Oh!" She patted him on the shoulder, still giggling. "Well, I guess that's good, too. Daddies shouldn't be jerking off thinking of their little girls anyway."

	"No! I wasn't thinking of-"

	"Lie back on the bed, please," Susan interrupted him. "Hands above your head."

	"Okay, but really, it was all of Leslie's friends that I might have... he said as he complied and Susan fixed thick cuffs to his wrists.

	"Flogged your meat to?" Susan giggled. "Lost your load to? Given yourself a spackle shower?" There was a click above his head, and suddenly his wrists were frozen above his head. He pulled out of reflex as the young Susan watched him struggle in vain.

	"You know," she said, "I think I might enjoy this procedure just much as the other ones. Leg restraints too, doctor?"

	The wrist cuffs forced his gaze to the ceiling, so he couldn't see Miranda look at his full blue balls thoughtfully. "He isn't some whiny boy, but he is quite pent up already... A sudden tickle to his balls made him gasp and kick his legs.

	"Oh yeah, he's jumpy!" Miranda laughed, pulling her hand back. "Strap him down."

	"Please, maybe this was a bad idea," Robert whimpered as Susan guided his calves into stirrups, then cranked them wide apart with a smile on her face. He struggled to close them, to hide his asshole from the women's amused gaze, and Susan just responded by racheting his legs even farther apart.

	"That's what all the boys think at this point," Miranda chuckled. "But don't worry, I know how flighty men's minds are, and I'll make sure you go through with what's best for you. Crank him up please, Susan."

	The young nurse raised the back of the bed so that Robert went from laying down to sitting short of upright. With his arms strapped straight above his head and his knees bent and spread wide, Robert shivered in helplessness. His cock wilted to three-fourths hardness.

	"Doctor, will there be any changes to the procedure due to his age?" Susan asked, looking over his nude body. "I've never done the Willy Wanker to someone so um...-she giggled- "mature."

	"Well, I'm sure the basic parts are all still the same as they were, right Mr Hanson?" Miranda replied, winking at Robert. Then she moved between Robert's spread knees, put her hands on his thighs, looking his exposed cock, balls and asshole over. "In fact, it may be quite similar. Look, he's completely hairless already." Robert bucked as Miranda ran her fingers around the smooth base of his penis. "The wife makes you shave every day?"

	He grunted and nodded, straining towards full erection again.

	"Good woman," Miranda said, rolling his smooth sack between her fingers. Robert moaned as she slowly examined his nuts, then fondled them, smiling at his reaction. "And he's just as desperate as the usual boys. Just as needy to relieve his male burden. No I think this will go just like all the other ones, as long as Mr Hanson cooperates."

	She clicked on her heels over to the cart, picking up a feather duster. "And the Willy Wanker is done on grown men all the time. I worked in a Texas state hospital for six months- they do this procedure to ALL their male prison inmates."

	Susan's eyes got wide. "Really?"

	"Oh yes. You think it's hot taking away a young boy's ability to masturbate? Try telling a tough, tattooed biker gang leader that he won't be able to touch himself for fifteen years! Whoo!" She mock-fanned herself with the feather duster. "I was changing out my panties every few hours!"

	Both women burst into laughter, and Miranda caught Robert's shocked face with a wink. "Professionally, of course. It would be improper for me to drip on the floor during a 501 procedure."

	"Mmmm, I've got to find my way to Texas," Susan giggled, checking Robert's restraints.

	"I know the woman in charge of the program," Miranda replied. "I can arrange that." She stood between Robert's spread knees again. "But now, we've got another masturbator to deal with. Are you ready Mister Hanson?"

	"Before you start I'd like to-"

	"Good!" Miranda chirped, assaulting his erection with the soft, tormenting feathers. Robert strained to escape the sudden maddening tickles.

	"AGRRHH! No! Please!"

	"Oh, I've barely just started, you whiner! Tough it out a little." She grinned and sought out the areas most sensitive, his cock head, the tip, the underside of his balls. "We've got to wear away all the random arousals you've built up recently. Like sanding wood before you paint," she continued as Robert squirmed under every quick flick of her wrist.

	"Every woman's feet on the subway you've looked at. Every waitresses' ass you wished you could pinch."

	"Every high-school cheerleader you wish you could sleep with," Susan added.

	"They're all seniors!" Robert gasped. "Eighteen-

	"Nipples please, Susan. Mr Hanson is entirely too able to form words."

	The young nurse walked around behind the table, grasped one of his tingling nipples in each thumb and forefinger, then tuned him like a radio.

	"Let it all out, Mr Hanson," Miranda smiled as he became non-verbal. "Every dirty thought you've had this week. Until you can't think. Just feel. Feel the teasing feathers. Just five more minutes to go!"

	He moaned and begged them to stop, but the sensations continued, without pause, until he could think of nothing else, couldn't breathe, could only lay there and endure the endless feathers tickling his balls and listen to the sounds of women's giggles. After a minute of that, it stopped.

	Robert was a panting, aching mess when Miranda finally pulled the feathers away from his erection. But when the sensations didn't stop, just diluted down, Robert's eyes widened with fear.

	"Oh calm down. That will go away in a few hours," Miranda said. "Think of it like a local anesthetic at the dentist. Now you are clean, smoothed over, ready for stage two."

	"Doctor, please... he panted.

	"All the boys love stage two," Susan giggled, releasing his right hand and guiding it to his twitching cock. When he looked at her in shock she added, "I'm sorry, are you a lefty?"

	Robert looked to Miranda to step in, but she just looked back at him with a smirk. "Susan and I need to see you do it one more time, to feel you do it with our Powers, for the Procedure to work. Surely you aren't getting bashful now? Not after you just whimpered like a little girl while I tickled your balls."

	Robert looked at Susan's gleeful face. A young face, so like his daughter's friends.

	"Please Doctor, I can't...

	"We can always go back to stage one for another ten minutes. And I'll just keep adding more nurses to watch you do stage two until you agree. We've got some even younger than Susan."

	With a moan, Robert closed his eyes and made a loose fist around his cock. "Good boy," Miranda chuckled. "Nice and slow now. Savor it."

	Robert did the first few strokes mechanically, ashamed, under their gaze. Then the tingles started and his body drove his mind, as it always did. His cock stiffened in his hand, his grip became just right. He closed his eyes and pictured Miranda's long, slim feet in her open heels, her tiny ankles and toned calves.

	Her knees were nice too, her thighs shapely and lean like a beach volleyball star. And once when she was sitting on the stool, she had crossed her long legs a little too slowly and Robert had seen her red silky-

	"Mr Hanson," Miranda purred, "be a good boy now. My feet and calves only."

	Robert desperately scrambled to picture her feet, just her feet, bared and oiled, being pointed and posed in front of him.

	"That's better," the doctor chuckled.

	Eyes closed, Robert heard Susan giggle each time he had to force his fantasies away from the Doctor's private parts and back to her feet as ordered. Even though his imagination kept wanting to creep up her long legs, under her tight skirt and to the tight, firm ass underneath-

	Miranda cleared her throat sharply.

	"Sorry!" Robert cried. "I'm sorry!" He imagined kissing her feet with all his will, as he continued to jack off in front of the smiling women.

	"Oh Doctor, let the poor guy have some fun," Susan giggled. "It's going to be his last one for a while!"

	Miranda smiled. "I suppose. But my ass is reserved for my husband's thoughts only. However, Mr Hanson, if you wish, you may picture yourself exploding your slippery semen all over my high arches and toes and then licking every drop of it off."

	As soon as the words passed his ears the thought flashed in his mind, too reflexive for him to stop. He pictured exactly what she described and Robert teared up in embarrassment as he heard Susan laugh. But then his balls were tightening and his hand felt too good-

	"Stop! STOP Mr Hanson!" a woman yelled, but he couldn't! But a whiplash hand pulled his wrist away just in time. He pulled against the stirrups, strained, bucked his back looking for one more touch on his cock- but his orgasm finally retreated, fading back into his balls and leaving his hard-on absolutely throbbing.

	"Oh my gawd!" Susan laughed, still holding his right wrist with both her hands. "That was sudden!"

	"Yes," Miranda agreed, giving Robert a stern but amused gaze. "That was a good catch, Susan."

	"No," Robert panted, blushing. "I've never! I mean, I don't want to-"

	Miranda patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Mister Hanson, it's quite a common activity for men now. Pre-Power days, only young, unmarried women swallowed ejaculate, usually under pressure from their men."

	Susan made a face. "Bleech! Really?"

	Miranda shrugged. "What can I say? It was a different time. But now, enlightened by their Power, most wives are coming to see the mental and health benefits of frequent cum swallowing. It lowers the heart rate, promotes a loving, docile nature, and recycles valuable long-chain hormones." She chuckled. "That's why I make my husband do it every time."

	"But right now, Mr Hanson, we need a bit more time to read your masturbation energy for the procedure. If Susan releases your hand, can we trust you to NOT fantasize about licking your warm cum from my toes, so you can last a while longer?"

	He hung his head. "Yes, Doctor."

	"Good. Because if you cum and ruin this procedure, I WILL feed it back to you right now, and all the sperm I can get from you in the next two hours, just for wasting my time. Now please, begin again. And picture my dry feet only."

	Susan released his wrist with a smirk, and Robert started slowly masturbating as the women watched again. He pictured only Miranda's feet and calves as he had been ordered.

	After thirty seconds, Susan whispered to Miranda. "Every time?"

	Robert barely heard the doctor's evil chuckle and response. "Oh yes. Most men say that they don't want to, but all of them will do it. If you tell them that's the only way they can cum. Just be firm."

	"I'll have to remember that for my next boyfriend," Susan giggled. "Cleaning up after handjobs will be so much easier!"

	"Cleaning up after anything becomes much easier," the doctor replied. "Joshua's tongue can get in anywhere."

	"Anywhere?" Susan whispered, loud enough for Robert to just catch as he continued stroking thinking of feet. "Even... the ass?"

	"Oh yes," Miranda whispered back. "It's like having a warm, wet, intelligent tissue back there- I love it!"

	"I wish I had known that last year!" Susan whined. "I ruined so many cute thongs running from my boyfriend's dorm room to the shower!"

	Robert couldn't help it. He tried picturing Miranda's feet, he tried-

	"Mr HANSON!" Susan gasped. "Is that your DICK in my ASS?!?"

	"Oh god! I'm sorry-"

	"I guess I should be flattered!" the young girl laughed, watching her naked self bounce up and down on a huge, slick cock in Robert's mind. "Wow, I've never taken one that big! At least you're picturing lots of lube!"

	She looked at Miranda and laughed. "Why do they always make our breasts bigger in their imagination? Those must be C-cups he's tacked on me!"

	Miranda was frowning. "I'm not sure I appreciate a patient picturing my staff like this."

	"Oh, I don't mind," Susan replied. "The young boys always picture you, because you're a mommy figure or something. It's time for me to get some love! Some hard, nasty butt love, right Mr Hanson?"

	"Susan, please!" Miranda said. "This isn't professional. The way he's bending you over, the faces he's imagining you making...

	The girl giggled. "Who says I don't make those faces in real life?"

	Robert groaned and started stroking even faster, lost in his-

	"What's going on in here?!?" the thirty year old receptionist demanded, throwing the door open and charging inside. Robert dropped his cock in shock, then the receptionist saw Miranda and Susan.

	"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know you two were in here," she apologized in a rush, a hand over her large chest. "I just sensed a patient picturing the most horrible things about our little Susan and I thought... we had a wanker in here last week, you know, a young boy illegally stroking to thoughts of my chest. Says his sister made him do it, but that's a load of bull. He had a picture of my breasts on his phone!"

	Miranda waved her off. "It's okay Diane. Mister Hanson is here for a 501."

	"A Willy Wanker, at his age?" the receptionist asked, closing the door and joining the other two women to look between his spread legs. Robert tried to close his knees but the stir-ups held fast.

	"Yes," Miranda replied. "It seems the patient is too tempted by his young daughter's... keep stroking please, Mr Hanson." Under the amused stare of the receptionist, Robert reluctantly closed his fingers around his cock and started masturbating again. Robert watched her watch his every stroke until the shame overcame him and he closed his eyes again.

	He tried to picture something normal, something mundane... and ended up imagining his wife making him spurt a huge load into her pink and hearts covered silk panties, then wiping him off with it. All three women snickered.

	"Anyway," Miranda continued, "we're doing a 501 on Mr Hanson so he doesn't get tempted by high-schoolers anymore. Please apologize to the rest of the girls in the office, he's a very practiced masturbater and his thoughts are strong."

	"I will," the receptionist laughed. "Oh, and Mister Hanson, do you have a- Mister Hanson?"

	"Open your eyes when a woman is talking to you, please," Miranda ordered, and he did, blushing horribly.

	The receptionist smiled widely, looking him right in the face as he continued to play with his cock in front of her. "Mister Hanson, do you have someone coming to pick you up today? You won't be in any shape to drive after having a Willy Wanker done to you."

	Robert grunted and shook his head. Her breasts strained against her tight blouse and the top two buttons were open-

	"Oh goodness," Diane tittered, catching his thoughts. "Well, I'll just call your wife-"

	"She home with the flu," Miranda offered.

	"Well then," the receptionist said, leaning slightly forward for him. "I'll just have to look deeper down your emergency contact list, won't I?" With her cleavage spilling out in front of him, Diane asked over her shoulder. "It's okay if he thinks of me, isn't it?"

	"He's thought of everyone else in the room already," Miranda said, rolling her eyes.

	"Yeah," Susan added. "We're letting him have more fun than usual, since this will be his last stroke for six months."

	Robert's hand flew off his cock again, even though he had been getting close. "Six months!"

	"Yes. We probably should have told you before we began," Miranda said. "But with these sorts of Powers, it's actually easier to make the spell last forever rather than shorter. Susan and I are skilled enough to cut it to six months, maybe three, but below that is too difficult."

	"Why?!?"

	"It has to do with the third octave and the harmonics that... well, you'll never really understand, you're a man," Miranda replied. "I know the trip is only a week, but months are the best we can do with modern medicine. Now please, continue masturbating."

	"No, I can't! Not if it means waiting six months!"

	"Now he sounds just like all boys you usually have in here," Diane chuckled.

	Miranda sighed, then lifted a bottle of baby oil from the cart and squeezed a long stream onto his cock. The warm fluid dribbled down his shaft, over his hairless balls and wicked down into his ass crack, feeling incredible. She kept pouring until his crotch and hips were dripping with it, then squirted a quick shot into his right palm, too.

	She started guiding the palm towards his dick.

	"Mister Hanson, I've told you before, I'm your doctor, and I'll do what's best for you. We both know you don't want to embarrass your daughter or hear those girls laugh at you behind your back all week. And we both know how weak your will is."

	She had pushed his slick hand very close to his oiled dick now. He resisted going that last inch to contact.

	"You know, Mr Hanson," Susan begin in her high-pitched giggly voice. "I was a cheerleader in high school. And we went to Regionals one year, probably in the same hotel you'll stay at. There's a pool in the center, a heated pool. We skinny dipped in that pool some nights, even though we could sense business men watching us from their rooms.

	"And it's such a long week, and we got sooo bored and horny, and the girls I was sharing my room with were sooooo hot. By the end of the week, you'll hear moaning from most of the rooms, Mister Hanson. Two, three girls at once. Maybe even from your daughter's room...

	Susan pushed his hand to his cock and Robert broke, stroking again. The slick oil made it feel better, made him go even faster than before

	"You're such a pervert, Mr Hanson," Susan giggled, holding his balls while he masturbated. It made him feel like a cow being examined by a farmhand, a restrained animal. "You deserve to get your strokies taken away! You deserve to be tossing and turning in bed with an aching cock every night!"

	"Most of them do," Diane laughed, then walked to the door. "I'll start working on getting him a ride home." She gave the masturbating man one last look, then closed the door behind her.

	Susan continued holding his balls possessively as he stroked. "He's getting close, Doctor. Very close."

	"I would assume," Miranda chuckled. "That was quite a hot picture you painted." She laughed again. "And I see he agrees."

	"Mister Hanson!" Susan chided. "You should know all cheerleaders are completely shaved! And that I would never lick a pussy that had hair on it!" Robert grunted.

	"That's better," Susan giggled. "And make her boobs bigger! I'm not going down on some flat-chested chick in your fantasies! There you go." Robert was sweating, straining not to cum.

	"And she was flexible," Susan added. "More flexible than that. More than that. There."

	"Please- I can't! I going to-"

	"Now make her moan and pull my hair. Now make her beg to cum. Now... make her face look like your wife!"

	"Oh, fuck!" Robert screamed, his hand a blur.

	"Okay, I think we've got enough," Miranda laughed. "Help him out, please, Susan,"

	The young nurse giggled and then put her tiny hand over Robert's large one, gently but firmly bringing it to a halt.

	"No! Please!" he begged, trying to stroke again.

	"We're all done Mr Hanson," she laughed. "You can let go now!" Susan giggled as she had to peel his fingers away from his cock one at a time. "All done with that stage. You did great!"

	"No, doctor, please, just another minute!"

	"The point of the procedure is to keep you from stroking," Miranda chuckled. "You'd better get used to it."

	Robert moaned as Susan clicked his wrist cuff above his head, locking him in place again.

	Miranda stood between his knees, and held her fingers just millimeters above his dripping erection, but not touching it.

	"Now we've got something to work with," she said, a light glow coming from her fingers and washing over his crotch. "Nurse, paste G5, please."

	Susan left Robert's trapped wrists and handed her a jar of blue paste that had been warming on a hot plate, and a soft paintbrush. The doctor applied the light paste in long slow brush strokes over his cock. It felt like a warm, wet tongue giving his erection a long lick from base to tip.

	"God, no! I can't take any more!"

	"Oh please," Miranda scoffed. "Stage three is relaxing. All you have to do is lie there, and we'll do all the work. Give him some slack, please Susan."

	The nurse reclined Robert's bed, moving his wrists closer to his head and straightening the stirrups. Now he was lying down with some slack in his arms and legs, more comfortable but still restrained.

	"See?" Miranda said. "Relaxing! Now just lay back, we're almost done." Miranda dipped the soft brush into the blue paste again, then painted one stroke along his cock.

	"Yes, just a couple minutes of this," Miranda said, smirking as Robert whimpered with each brush stroke. "You can be a big boy for me and take that, right?" Robert clenched his teeth and nodded as she continued the slow, relentless licks on his cock with the brush.

	"Good. Susan, let's double team him. Get the other side, will you?"

	The nurse nodded and picked up her own soft brush, then started applying quick strokes to the other side of Robert's cock. Now it felt like two eager tongues licking him at once.

	"Oh fuck," he gasped. "Oh fuck oh fuck."

	"Another cheerleader and I did this to a guy in high school once, each licking him from one side," Susan giggled. "He said the same thing."

	Robert was holding back his orgasm by the barest of margins. "Please! I'm close...

	"Just another minute or so, Mr Hanson," Miranda said with a smile. The brushes sped up, dueling over his cockhead like darting tongues. "So Mr Hanson, let me ask you, when did you first start masturbating?"

	Robert shook his head, not wanting to answer. Miranda was painting his balls now, feeling like a slow wet tongue lovingly lapping his heavy sac. She pulled the brush away and gave his balls a short spank with the wooden shaft.

	"Ow! Um... thirteen, I think!"

	Susan laughed. "Oh my god."

	"Wow, an early shooter," Miranda chuckled.

	"You must have looked so cute back then," Susan giggled.

	Now the doctor was dragging her wet brush lower, on his taint, disturbingly close to his sensitive asshole. "And what did you use back then? For inspiration, I mean."

	"Please, Doctor...

	Robert hesitated but a few warning strokes of Miranda's brush around the rim of his asshole opened his mouth. "The Sears Catalog in the newspaper! Underwear and pantyhose models!" he gasped. "The Sunday issue was sometimes in color!"

	Miranda chuckled. "Do you see what life was like for boys before the internet, Susan?"

	"Poor things," the nurse giggled.

	Robert felt something move inside his cock. It was warm but solid, like a puzzle piece sliding into place.

	"Did you feel that Susan?"

	"Yes doctor!"

	"It's working," Miranda said, smiling down at Robert. "Here, Susan, feel this-" Something vibrated in the center of Robert's cock, like he had a tight guitar string inside him. "That's his 5th erection harmonic- keep an ear out for it as we go. And this-"

	Another vibration, closer to his root. "This is his metatersal errata. It controls how long he lasts. Oh, and down here-"

	Robert whimpered as something vibrated deep in his balls. "This is his ulna refractor. It's how fast he recharges. You don't want to touch that."

	"Yes doctor."

	Miranda dipped her brush in the jar again, then started slow, lazy strokes up his shaft, like she had all day to do the next coat.

	"Okay Mr Hanson, Sears Catalog... you know, I remember those newspaper ads," she said. "Cute girls, but they were always wearing granny panties. When did you masturbate to your first naked woman? High school?"

	Robert grunted and shook his head, sweating.

	"You didn't see one naked girl all through high school?" Miranda said, slightly amazed. "What did you masturbate to?"

	"Sports Illustrated!" he gasped. "Bikinis!"

	"Wow," Susan giggled. "That is pathetic."

	"Well, it's not as easy for men as is was for you," Miranda told her. "Men have to work for it!"

	"As they should," Susan giggled.

	"Now, Mister Hanson, tell me, when did you masturbate to a picture of a fully naked woman? How old were you?"

	"Twenty!" he hissed through his teeth. Miranda paused her brush for a second. "I... I.. bought my first Playboy." Her brush started again. She nodded to the nurse, and Susan's brush joined in again. Robert was almost in tears.

	"Two years after leaving home," Miranda marveled. "Did it feel good to finally rebel against your parents, to cover those printed titties and pussies with your spunk?"

	"Yes," he grunted, and felt another puzzle piece slide into place, locking with the first. This one felt like a ring pulling down on his balls. The two brush tongues increased their eager assault on his cock.

	"And you obviously continued masturbating until you met your wife," Miranda continued. "Tell me, the night of your first date, did you jack off thinking of her?"

	"Yes!" he admitted.

	Miranda chuckled and plopped a big glop of paste down on his cockhead, like lips giving him a sloppy kiss in thanks. "And after the second date?"

	"Yes!"

	"And the third? And fourth?"

	"Yes!"

	"Oh my gawd," Susan laughed.

	Miranda joined her in laughter, then added. "How long did your minx of a wife make you wait before giving you any kind of relief on a date?"

	"A month!"

	"Oh my gawd!"

	"Hush Susan. And you masturbated after you were married?

	He nodded. "After a few years... after Leslie was born...

	"And where do you do it?"

	"In the shower... but only sometimes!"

	"But now that your darling little daughter has become a woman, you can't do that any more, can you? She'll sense it with her Powers?"

	Robert groaned. He was so close to cumming! It was like the longest blow-job ever!

	Miranda grinned, and spoke quietly, as if sharing a secret. "But you still do it sometimes, don't you?"

	"Yes! In the shower!"

	"You have to hurry, so she doesn't come home from cheer practice and catch you? That'd be embarrassing, right? Her and her friends, getting off the bus, and oooops- they can sense you! Or your wife, bringing some co-workers home from the office? Sexy, powerful women in high heels, pulling into your driveway and breaking into laughter right in their cars? You always have to hurry so that doesn't happen, right?"

	"Yes, I always have to hurry!" Robert cried.

	"You have to shoot quickly, don't you Mr Hanson? You're masturbating like a little boy with the Sears Catalog again, aren't you? In secret, ashamed and praying you don't get caught?"

	"YES!"

	"Susan, the temorline paste, please," Miranda said, switching brushes and jars as quickly as the nurse could hand them over and returning to brush Robert's cock with barely any break. "Now Mr Hanson, here comes an important part.

	"I want you to picture yourself in the shower, jacking off. But you don't have to hurry this time. All the women are out of the house. You can take all the time you want to shoot your load. You can really enjoy it. Picture that for me, please."

	Robert swallowed. "Okay."

	"And you've waited for a week, your balls are so full and heavy, just like they are now. Can you picture that?"

	"Yes," he moaned. The brushes felt like real tongues on his cock, warm, wet, wide. He hadn't felt that in years!

	"And the best part," Miranda said in a husky voice, "is that you can picture anything you want. No woman can see. You can picture your wife, or her friends kneeling naked in front of you. Every young girl on your daughter's cheer team, bending over with a big smile. Even me or Susan if you'd like. It's okay, I'm giving you permission."

	"Me too," Susan giggled.

	Robert looked back and forth between the smiling women, to be sure, then nodded and closed his eyes.

	"Are you picturing it, Mr Hanson? You, having the best jack-off session of your life? It feels so GOOD doesn't it?"

	"YES!"

	"Good," Miranda said, concentrating. "Because... that will never happen again!"

	Robert felt something solid and metallic slam shut inside his cock, like a rifle bolt being locked back. The brushes also disappeared, leaving him waving his cock in the air, looking for any stimulation.

	"NOOOOO!"

	"No shouting, please Mr Hanson!"

	"NOOO-"

	Miranda squeezed his balls sharply, painfully. He tried to curl to protect himself, and couldn't. She squeezed again and he stopped yelling.

	"There you go, breathe, just relax," Miranda said, letting off her squeezing as his breaths got deeper. "You're all done. The procedure is over. You're safe now.

	He gulped, breathing slower, feeling his balls in her hand.

	"There, there. You'll see, this is better. You'll never have to make that horrible decision again- do I stroke, or not? No matter what hot woman you see or what dirty act you think of, you don't have to stress about it anymore, thinking of how to get some time alone. You can't do anything to empty these now."

	Miranda let go of his balls and then patted them twice. "Good boy. You can get dressed now."

	She picked up a towel, wiped her hands with finality as Robert just lay there, exhausted. Susan started unbuckling his legs and wrists.

	"Doctor," he whined, "I... don't think I can take this! Please, just put it back!"

	"Oh, it won't be bad at all," Miranda said, cleaning up her brushes. "Most boys survive this way for years. And when they get married, half of their wives don't even want us to take it off!"

	She wiped his crotch down with a warm wet towel, getting the last of the paste off. She stroked his erection with the towel as erotically as she would wash a drinking glass. "You'll have to sit down to pee, obviously, since you can't shake. And you won't be able to keep yourself so beautifully shaved for your wife. But I can recommend a great brazillian waxer- she does all the girls here and I've never heard any complaints."

	"Front and back and everything in between," Susan giggled, screwing the tops onto the jars. "We're all smooth as babies."

	Robert whimpered, picturing her bare pussy under those scrubs.

	"And, of course," Miranda said, "you'll be safe around all those young girls who would tempt you next week. Perfectly safe, as locked as money in a vault."

	"Even if they practice their cheer in the halls at night," Susan said. "In cut-off shirts and booty shorts. Or if they ask you to help them stretch their legs or paint their cute little toes. Nope, Mr Hanson, now you can do that, then go to sleep nice and sound!"

	Before he knew what he was doing, Robert's right hand slid towards his naked cock- and hit a wall six inches away.

	"Testing it already?" Miranda laughed, looking up from his chart. "Go ahead. This is one of the stronger ones I've ever done." She crossed her legs as she sat on the stool, drawing her skirt slightly higher again.

	He pushed, strained, but his hand would not get any closer to his cock, even though it begged for it. Susan giggled as she packed up her cart.

	Miranda smiled, crossed her legs the other way and let a heel dangle as she made a note on his chart. "Oh, and during the Procedure, Mr Hanson, I think I may have nudged your ulna refractor a little. Your testosterone and sperm production will be like it was in your late teens. For the next six months, you'll probably need to cum once a day or you'll be climbing the walls."

	"No! Doctor! Arrrrh!" He tried to stroke himself again and failed. "What am I supposed to do?"

	"Well obviously your wife will be your main... oh, she's sick right now, isn't she?" Miranda asked. "You mean for the trip this week?" She laughed. "Cold showers, I guess."

	"There's ALWAYS a slutty cheerleader on every team," Susan added. "One who just loves seeing guys cum, no matter how old they are. Just find her and tell her your problem!" She held her chin thoughtfully. "But there are also like three or four horrible cockteases on every team, too. And they'll have a field day if they realize you can't stroke yourself off. And they look just like the sluts. Hmmm, I guess you have to decide if the odds are worth it!"

	"The other cheer mothers are also an option," Miranda said. "Any bit of warm flesh will do, in the state you'll be. One of them could just let you thrust inside her lotioned fist for a few minutes while she reads a magazine each night." Robert's eyes grew, imagining the horror of asking a stranger for that. "Cheer mothers help each other out will little things like that."

	Robert paced the room, his cock bobbing in front of him. "Please, I'm begging you, don't leave me like this!"

	Miranda stood up, clicked over to him in her heels, and looked down at the shorter, naked man. "Oh, Mr Hanson, you'll see. In six months, when you've been fucking your wife like a teenager every night, and you've never had to worry about sneaking away to jack off, you probably won't even want us to reverse the procedure! Just you wait and see!"

	She gave him a playful squeeze on his ass, then turned to leave. "Make sure to settle your co-pay with the receptionist on your way out," she said, closing the door behind her.

	Robert gulped, and started dressing with Susan amusedly watching the whole time. He didn't know why the young girl stayed, sitting on the counter and smiling at him as he put his shirt back on, buttoned it, then tried to pull up his shorts and jeans- He tried to pull up his jeans- and couldn't. The force field.

	He blushed, finally understanding. "Um... Nurse Susan... could you please help me... zip up my fly?"

	"Why yes Mr Hanson!" She hopped off the counter, walked right up to him, and grabbed his bare, hard cock in her tiny hand. His knees almost buckled at the contact.

	"Take a deep breath," she giggled, then bent his erection down, almost in half, to stuff it into his jeans. Robert moaned as she pushed it far down, into place.

	"I LOVE stuffing a guy's hard cock back into his jeans," she sighed. "Cause I know I'm sending him home with blue balls! All my boyfriends get to feel this, a lot!" She smiled wickedly at him. "Let's do it again!"

	"Susan, no-"

	She fished his hard cock out of his pants and left it hanging out in front of him again. "Ask me to do it again. Nicely."

	The nurse stuffed his cock into Robert's jeans three more times, making him ask her nicely each time. She also gave him a few accidental strokes with her cool hand so that he was harder each round. The last time was like bending a tree branch down.

	Only then did she zip up his pants, smiling with satisfaction. "All done, Mr Hanson!" She patted his bulge through his pants, then giggled, looking up at him. "Do you want me to get you a lollypop?"

	Robert staggered out of the room, hard cock bulging the front of his pants, balls full and making him walk bow-legged, to the receptionist's desk. He paid the half the insurance didn't cover, trying not to look down the woman's firm cleavage as his credit card processed.

	"Oh, and I did manage to get you a ride home," she told him, catching him looking at her breasts. "She was listed as being allowed to pick your kids up from here, so I figured she could pick you up too!"

	Robert's head was swimming, still thinking of Susan's bare pussy, her cool hand and Miranda's long, bare legs. "What? Who?"

	"Mindy Kirkpatrick."

	His face went white. "God, no! That's our old-"

	"Mr Hanson!" a girl squealed, standing up in the waiting room. And up, and up. Her legs were even longer than Miranda's. And between her jean skirt which was almost a belt and her tiny flip flops, much more exposed than the doctor's had been. "I haven't seen you in five years! Not since the last time I baby sat little Leslie!"

	She ran over to him, arms outstreched.

	"Mindy! No-"

	The long limbed girl gave Robert a bear hug. His hard cock slid between her thighs and poked her right under her tiny jean skirt. She drew back, her mouth open in shocked amazement.

	"MISTER HANSON!"

	"God, Mindy, I'm sorry!" He stepped back, tried to adjust his tent to make it disappear - and couldn't. His hands wouldn't reach, from any angle.

	The fresh-faced twenty year old put a hand over her mouth. "Mister Hanson - oh my god - did you just get a Willy Wanker done to you?"

	Robert almost had a heart attack, right then. He was painfully hard, tenting out his jeans for the entire room to see. His balls felt like they hadn't been emptied in a year. And now his family's former babysitter was standing in front of him, the same silk-smooth, mile-long runner's legs and bare feet he had tried to ignore years ago now legal and exposed, for him to stare at. And now she knew he had a problem with masturbating, and was going to drive him home.

	Mindy giggled, then touched his shoulder and leaned in close to whisper. "It's okay, Mr Hanson. My brother had the Willy Wanker done to him two years ago, so I know all about it. Come on, I'll take you home and tuck you in to bed."

	She laughed, then led Robert Hanson out of the waiting room like a child.

- End