Authors Note: All characters are fictional and are over eighteen years of age.
Nurse Ann moved forward, small tape in her hand, and took several measurements of my ball sack as the doctor took notes.
"So," said the doctor, I see it's been five days since you ejaculated,"
"Good, your balls seem full and we should get some good samples."
I found the use of the word "Samples" intriguing, maybe she used the plural sense by mistake!
Her attention finally shifted to my throbbing member, she took it in her hand and the nurse used the tape measure to check the length, girth and circumference of my engorged head.
She went to the cupboard and came back with a package that looked a lot like a straw. She removed the paper sheaf to expose a long thin beaded metal rod. She put it to her lips and added a generous supply of saliva.
She handed it to the doctor who showed it to me,
"Mister Johnson, this is a metal sounding rod, I will be using it to check your urethra, just relax, and you may find this pleasurable."
"Ahhh, sorry to interrupt you, but I'm puzzled as to why the nurse used her spit instead of lube?"
"Simple," She said, we can't use lube if we want to get sperm samples, it'll contaminate the sample. I know it's strange, but it works, some patients are even aroused by it, which helps with the extraction.
She took a tight grip on my shaft and proceeded to thread the rod into my pee hole. She kept sliding it in, checking for resistance. She kept it going until only the very tip of it was left in her fingers. She slowly pulled it back out and then threaded it back in.
I started arching my back as I started to feel a climax coming on.
The doctor noticed, "Ann, get a sample beaker ready, I think he's ready for his first sample."
She spit on my cock and began stroking me in a circular up and down motion while moving the rod in and out.
"So, are you a squitter or oozier?"
Strangely I knew exactly what she was talking about, I tried catching my breath long enough to answer,
"S-s-squitter, definitely a squitter."
Ann brought two sample beakers, one as a splatter shield and one to collect the sample.
Doctor Phillips spit on my cock three more times and quickened her motion.
"Oooo God, here it comes," I said with a grunt.
I pushed my feet into the stirrups and began humping the doctor's hand. The doctor removed the sounding rod and the two women, each with a beaker, positioned themselves in front of me. Ann's beaker was held over my cock head at a slight angle, the other was upright and directly below it.
I held my breath and gritted my teeth.
As if on cue, my stream erupted, hitting the bottom of the first vessel, then slid down and dripped into the second.
My manly pump thumped in a steady rhythm, each pulse sending a mixture of relief and pleasure to my brain.
The doctor held my penis still, clamping the head between her thumb and forefinger. The surges slowly diminished and then stopped. Nurse Ann moved the lip of her glass beaker directly under the opening of my urethra as the doctor squeezed every drop of semen from my steadily deflating penis. I was breathless trying to regain my composure.
Both beakers were moved to the counter where Ann drew up the globs of my ejaculate into a syringe. She showed the full vessel to the doctor.
"Good Mister Johnson, now just relax for a couple of minutes then we'll need you to make yourself hard again. We need to get two more samples to measure the decrease of volume between your ejaculations.
"Here," said Ann, "This is our call button, push it when you think you are ready again."
I laid back, wallowing in the mind blowing experience I just had. If this is what being a cock is all about, I'm in.
It didn't take long before I was pushing the call button, a guy has a second sense when it comes to their manhood, and I knew I had another load in me that could be more than the first. My penis was hard and bobbing in anticipation.
Without knocking the nurse entered the room, but she wasn't alone. Accompanying her was a young brunet that was introduced to me as Beth, not nurse Beth, just Beth.
She was attractive in her own way, a few extra pounds, but still very attractive.
"Beth will be assisting me with the next two extractions," said Ann.
The thing I noticed most about the new assistant was that she had a uniform all her own. Instead of the traditional medical attire, hers was a lot more reviling, it was like the uniform was designed solely for the purpose of sperm collection.
It was a tight fitting button down white dress that barely covered her crotch. The very low cut braless top exposed her ample tits. She looked almost as aroused as I was, her erect nipples stuck straight out under the tight-fitting fabric.
She took my erection in her hand and dripped three long strings of saliva over my purple head. Her tits hung in my face as she worked my rod in her soft petite hands.
I was panting and breathless as I reached another powerful orgasm. All I could do was wave my left hand in the air and the women understood my signal. As before the two beakers were placed in front of my pulsating cock as it spew my seed in another powerful orgasm.
"Ooooo," said Beth, "I didn't believe you at first, but you are right, he sure has a live one doesn't he!"
Ann took the beakers as before and sucked my ejaculate up into a syringe. She showed it to Beth who was noticeably impressed.
As I watched Beth examine my sperm sample she leaned over just far enough to put her scantily clad ass in the air and in my full view. My cock sprang back into life again.
"Ah Ladies," I said somewhat embarrassed, "No need to come back, I think he's ready again!"
And indeed he was. More of Beth's saliva, more views of Beth's tits and I was soon shooting into the beakers again.
I hardly remember driving back home that day, but I do remember beating off in the shower for a half hour when I got home. It was then I realized that my cock now controlled my life and no matter what "Vagina" had in mind for me, I was ready....
Again, the waiting game ensued, this time nearly three weeks had passed until I heard from her again. It was an email with a very short message;
"Cock, I have two more tests for you, be at this address in a half hour!"
This time it was seductively signed,
"Waiting Vagina."
"Only a half hour???"
That didn't leave me much time, the first thing I needed to know was how far it was, could I even make it if I hit heavy traffic, I wouldn't know until I punched the address into the GPS in my car.
I took a double-take when I finally focused on the address, it was in the same building as the fertility clinic, but the Suite Number was 1125.
"That's right across the hall."
I started my car engine and headed off, I should have just enough time to make it, and it helped that I knew exactly where I was going this time. I pulled into the parking ramp with only five minutes to spare.
As I rushed to the elevator, I glanced at the wall plaque, Suite 1125 was the Law Office of Angie Harrison and Associates. If Vagina wants me to visit an Attorney, things must be getting serious. Could it be that I'm the finalist? Hopefully I'd soon know.
