Teased and milked
"Mara Tisdale is an excellent milker of men." So I came to think after watching her torture Nate, and I told Nate that after the fifteenth denied orgasm. Nathan was panting and sweating, unable to achieve the breakthrough to orgasm that every man craves with his very being. He was still restrained, his penis bulging with veins, begging for release. Mara had left the glans exposed after his last brush with orgasm, and it had turned from a bright red to a dark purple, angry and frustrated. Much like Nate at the moment.
Mara, for her part, was thoroughly enjoying this. "Normally, I'd have one of the staff do this. It's been awhile since I've milked a patient myself." After a moment, Nate's readings lowered enough that she reached toward his penis and started lightly caressing and squeezing the shaft.
At the start of the process, Mara had concentrated on Nate's foreskin. Completely ignoring Nate, she spoke to me as she masturbated my husband. "I normally start with the foreskin, peeling it down and recovering the head. But in your husband's case, given the length and the unusually high enervation of the tip, pulling it straight out in front of his glans penis will probably yield faster results. I can put more tension on it this way to stimulate the stretch receptors, and you saw how quickly he started emitting Cowper's Gland secretions during the stretch measurement."
"Yes, I did," I said. I had really warmed to her since she stopped paying any attention to my husband and started interacting only with me. She had done a wonderful job of pulling him in, essentially ignoring his desire to talk about the process by simply starting it, and beginning tests like this semen extraction measurement. "I love masturbating him that way. It keeps all the precum in the hood, and makes things extra slippery for him."
"Have you ever slow-masturbated him before?" she asked.
"Yes, but he won't let me tie him down, so when he gets close, he flips me over and rams it in and cums."
"Well, after he experiences this, he is going to want you to tie him down and milk him. The beautiful thing about milking is that the man stays aroused. The emission is curiously satisfying without being satiating, and he is immediately ready to have another emission. Notice I don't call them ejaculations - the semen won't shoot out like it does when he orgasms, because the same muscles aren't contracting. Many women make a party of it, inviting friends over and taking turns until the prostate gland and seminal vesicles are completely exhausted. You can do it to him all afternoon, if you want."
She got Nate close to orgasm after about five minutes of stretching and releasing. A soft tone sounded, and she slowed down. "The chime will warn me of five seconds to orgasm." She pressed and gently squeezed the rigid shaft for half a minute until the chime sounded, then released his penis entirely. "I'll start up again until I get the three chimes. With the third, higher pitch, chime he'll be a second before orgasming. He may start emitting without me having to touch his prostate. Let's see."
After a moment she started touching his penis lightly all over, except for the capped head. "If you're milking him at home without the cap, a little squeeze and stroke to the glans is pleasurable for him without being too stimulating. A man has fewer than 2000 nerve endings in his glans, mostly for deep pressure, compared to 20,000 in the foreskin, mostly for surface and stretch sensing. I'm not too worried about his capping throwing off his response, and the cap helps to collect all the semen and fluids he produces."
A minute later the first chime sounded again, and Mara slowed down. Then the second chime sounded, and I could hear my Nate groaning. This time Mara kept touching him, but more lightly and slowly. Then the third chime sounded, and she released his penis, watching expectantly for several seconds. No semen appeared, much to my disappointment, and hers. "Darn. I have a male colleague at another clinic who can get semen out of men without having to go into the anus. He doesn't even depend on the scanners - he can tell just watching the man and feeling the penis, and stops just in time as the emission starts, but before orgasm occurs."
"Well, men know their own anatomy better," I suggested.
We watched my husband struggle against his bonds in frustration, and grunt repeatedly. When he had calmed and the readings dropped, Mara started up again. This went on and on, Nate just on the verge of relief, then none allowed.
After that first hour of teasing, Mara stopped on the third chime once again and declared, "His glands must be positively ready to burst from semen. I'll bet they feel hard as a rock. Now I am going to slide two fingers up his anus, and stimulate the emission. He won't orgasm, but he will feel relief. His penis will stay rigidly erect." She checked a reading. "Wow! He is half a centimeter longer than his full erection. Look at the graph!" I looked. The length and width of Nate's erection was plotted on the float. Mara had zoomed in to show the variation. It wavered up and down, but peaked at 19.6 cm.
"If I do this to him every day, would his penis grow?" I asked. I wanted a backup in case he refused enlargement at the last minute.
Mara considered for a moment. "Well, we usually milk a man every three or four days. I don't know what daily milking for hours on end would do to his penis. It would make an interesting study, but the growth rate would be frustratingly slow - probably slower than traction, but I don't know for certain. I *am* certain it would be fun for you both, though. I love sexually stimulating a man, myself. Now for a little bit of relief."
With that, Mara lubricated the part of the glove covering her index and middle fingers, then pointed them up toward the ceiling and reached under Nate's tight scrotum. "Do you ever finger his anus during sex?" she asked.
"Not unless he's drunk. Otherwise, he won't let me," I replied. I really loved how she was talking about big, important Nate in the third person. Just meat, I reminded myself.
"Well, watch this." Mara pushed her gloved middle finger up against Nathan's sphincter. There was momentary resistance, then it yielded to Mara's digit, exacting a deep, pleasured groan from Nate. The index finger went in next, followed by another pleasured groan. I began to think that Nate might like something even bigger up there.
"The prostate and seminal vesicles are against the inner wall of the perenium, about four centimeters in on most men - maybe two knuckles. It varies with the man. Ah, there it is! Deeper than most. Oh, it's like a rock, that must be *so* uncomfortable. It's distended, it has so much prostatic fluid. And the vesicles are solid with fluid as well.
"Now, if he were tied down on his back with his anus facing you, you would insert your fingers and make a 'come here" gesture to massage the glands. His anus is facing the floor, so the gesture is a little harder to make, but not much." Nates face suddenly relaxed, and thick, white, creamy semen began filling the ampule.
"Look how clean that is! No yellow at all! He is *very* healthy. Milked semen is easily the thickest and most healthy-looking variety," Mara stated. The ampule filled, increasing sporadically for the next minute, to stop at about two thirds.
"Fifteen milliliters! That is very impressive! Now we'll let him rest a moment, and start it all over again. I'll be milking him after every stop from now on."
I so wished I could try it. Mara sensed my frustration. "The scanner takes forever to calibrate to ignore a person, and it's set to me right now. I am so sorry, I'd really like you to learn. Tell you what - when he's on the rack for enhancements, I'll have you in and show you how to do it. We'll take a few hours off from his orgasmic ejaculations, and he will be desparate for release. That's the easiest way to learn how to do it." I nodded my appreciation.
Over and over Mara teased and milked Nathan, changing the ampule twice. After twenty minutes went by without getting any more semen, she finally gave up.
"Fifty three ml! A record for N-100s in this clinic! Now, you saw how much effort that took. What if he could simply ejaculate that amount instead? Would you like that?" she asked me.
"God, yes. I love cum. I love to eat it, and I love to have it fill my pussy. I'd bathe in it if I could."
"This test reveals what your husband is capable of for semen production. His ordinary ejaculation is probably about ten or fifteen milliliters - very respectable compared to most other Naturals. We can increase his volume as much as you'd like without affecting his N-100 rating."
"Huh. How does that work?" I asked, seeing Nate's interest at the mention of his rating.
"Organs in the abdominal cavity can be regenerated without changing the individual's N-rating. Accidents and disease happen, you know. So glands like the prostate and the seminal vesicles can be enlarged if the doctor deems it appropriate for proper functioning. And I do. It's a widely used loophole, but no-one seems to mind."
"Do you hear that Sweetie? You can be an N-100 cum fountain. Would you like that?" I asked. Surprisingly, he nodded, and his rock-hard penis bobbed up and down as well.
"So, we're doing this? Bigger penis, bigger testes, extra semen?" Mara asked Nathan, looking him in the face for the first time in over an hour and a half. Nate nodded. Mara offered up the premade contract and specifications on Nathan's new genitals that she and I had worked out the day before. After skimming it, Nathan held out his thumb, and Mara pressed the pad against it on the "Accept" box. His print was scanned and stored, and legal permission was acknowledged by City Systems.
"We have a rack open for immediate use. Goodness, is that the time? I guess I am working late tonight. I'll get the night staff to help me move you to it, and get everything started," Mara said to Nate. She switched off the scanner, then turned to me. "Do you want to have sex with his current penis one more time?"
