"Now this patient hasn't had an ejaculation in the past year and a half," said Dr. Rossi, staring dubiously at the flaccid cock that belonged to the handsome young man on the gurney. He had been an unwilling participant in this clinical trial and had to be secured with restraining clamps on all four of his limbs. And due to his vociferous and frequent outbursts, it had been found necessary to tape his mouth shut. It had been his wife's suggestion that he volunteer for the experiment, and at first he willingly obliged. But, when he failed to respond to all treatments, she had ordered the doctor to resort to any and all means necessary to restore his sexual functioning, which she believed was the only way to salvage their marriage. She sat on a chair next to him, comforting him with words of encouragement. But for all her appeasements, the patient wriggled furiously to and fro seeking escape from his bonds. With his mouth taped shut he could only look on helplessly as he awaited his fate.
Dr. Allison Rossi was a tall, commanding woman who exuded a professional authority that had won her the respect and admiration of her peers. At only twenty-seven, she had already received international acclaim for her work in advanced biogenetics, and this latest clinical demonstration would only serve to advance her career to even greater heights. To look at her, with her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and her white lab coat hiding the ample bosom behind it, one would never know that the bespectacled young woman bore a very close resemblance to Christina Hendrix, the American actress who played Joan Harris on the AMC cable television series "Mad Men". Jill, her close friend and the nurse who was now positioning her hands around both the base and tip of the patient's penis, had often remarked that if the doctor had only dyed her hair red, she would be a dead ringer for the beautiful actress. But Dr. Rossi was a woman who had long ago decided to devote her life to science, and the vanity that was usually concomitant with superior beauty had never manifested itself within the confines of her exalted intellect. She was, first and foremost, a scientist.
"Even the EJAX-472 drug has proven to be ineffective in bringing about the desired result," the doctor continued.
The thick glass window separating the lab area from the viewing room allowed the spectators on the other side, all of whom were women, to watch impassively as Dr. Rossi performed what she euphemistically called a "spermatic disencumbrance," a forced masturbation technique employed to completely rid a patient's testicles of semen. Her procedure was holistically based and was used where other methods had failed.
"I can't believe EJAX had no effect on him," Mary Kate Olsen said from the other side of the partition, her voice amplified by an internal PA system. "I thought it worked with everybody."
The Olsen Clinic was the latest addition to the downtown Manhattan landscape, occupying one square block of prime real estate that had been sold off recently to the twins' investment firm, Dual Star. The sisters had spent over 100 million dollars to build the Clinic after their brother Trent had experienced severe penile trauma encountered in an automobile accident. After several weeks of intense treatment by various methods, he was finally cured of his ejaculatory problems by the novel methods of Dr. Rossi. The famous actress and fashion designer, along with her sister Ashley who stood beside her, had been invited to attend the experiment to witness further proof of Dr. Rossi's procedure.
"No, Mary Kate," the doctor replied. "Not with everybody."
The doctor watched Jill expertly masturbate the patient's cock as his wife looked on with a sympathetic smile.
"What about 'Spermator,'" Ashley inquired. "Have you tried that?"
"Yes. But it was equally ineffectual."
The doctors and other medical staff surrounding the twins watched intently as Jill's hands worked on the patient's cock, her fluid motions revealing long years of practice.
"Slow, easy strokes," Dr. Rossi advised the red-haired beauty. "Keep your thumb in constant contact with his frenulum while you stroke the shaft with your other hand. I'll stimulate his prostate. If we do this in tandem we should achieve excellent results."
Jill nodded and positioned her hands according to the doctor's directions. The patient's wife watched interestedly as the nurse's right hand glided effortlessly up and down her husband's penis while her left thumb teased the sensitive strip of flesh under the glans.
"That's good," the doctor said. "Do not deviate or cease from what you are doing."
The young man moaned softly as his prick responded favorably to the nurse's skilled touch.
"I think he likes that," the wife said to Jill. "He's starting to get an erection."
"How does that feel, Mr. Wilson?" Jill asked him.
Mr. Wilson shook his head weakly in the affirmative.
"Don't worry, honey," Mrs. Wilson said to her husband. "You're in good hands."
It was clearly evident that Mr. Wilson did not like being restrained, and he gave every indication of this at intervals when he tugged on the leather straps that fastened him to the gurney. But the metal clamps the straps were attached to would not budge, and after a while he realized that it was futile to resist.
"It's okay, sweetheart," his wife said, enjoying the sight of his hardening cock. "Let the doctor help you."
After Jill had spent a few minutes manipulating his penis, the doctor took the gloved index finger of her left hand and applied a small amount of lubricant to it and drew it toward the man's anus. "I'm going to stimulate your prostate now, Mr. Wilson. You'll feel a slight bit of discomfort at first but it will soon subside. Are you ready?"
A look of terror came upon Mr. Wilson's face as he struggled to draw his legs together in an effort to avoid the unwelcome intrusion.
"He's kind of anal retentive," Mrs. Wilson told the doctor.
"Your husband seems to enjoy holding on to things," Dr. Rossi replied. "Including his sperm. Okay, here we go."
She slowly inserted her finger into the man's rectum and began to gently and methodically move it around searching for the prostate gland. Mr. Wilson, anticipating unpleasantness, found the sensation of having his anus probed rather enjoyable. He stopped fidgeting and allowed himself to be consoled by his wife's comforting touch.
"Look honey," she said, pointing to his penis. "Look how big you're getting!"
It was an impressive specimen. At ten inches it towered over his abdomen like a silent monolith; a sleeping giant awaiting the right combination of circumstances to bring it to life.
"What is the name of that new oral treatment you're using, Allison?" asked one of the doctors.
"It's a new type of aphrodisiac based upon the atropa belladonna plant."
"Beladonna?" the woman replied, frowning as she said it. "All parts of that plant contain strong alkaloids. In the proper dosage it will increase desire, but an overdose will lead to respiratory paralysis. Surely you know that."
"Not to mention that it has hallucinogenic properties," another woman noted.
Dr. Rossi chuckled. "Not to worry, ladies. I have genetically engineered the protein and all radical elements have been removed. The belladonna is combined with several organic herbs like cacao, ginkgo, and others that are known to incite sexual desire in men. Used in conjunction with the physical treatment we are now applying to the patient, we will succeed in producing an ejaculation where EJAX-472, Spermator, and other synthetic-based remedies might fail."
"Do you have a name for this liquid wonder of yours?" Mary Kate asked the doctor.
"Yes. I call it 'Stimulata'."
