Patient #285 ‘COKED AND STROKED’
Patient #285 found himself in the examination room, awaiting his physical assessment before admission. Doc, a strikingly beautiful blonde with alluring light eyes, did not seem pleased. Her soft, inviting lips seemed to leave a trail of fire across his skin as her fingers expertly explored every inch of his body, coaxing and teasing him with precision.
“What do you have going on down there?” she asked, yanking the drawstring off his shorts and peeking inside. “Rather mediocre,” she rolled her eyes. “I heard you came to me because you pump once and blow like a cheap firecracker. And those numbing creams just aren’t cutting it for you.”
She reached into her medical bag and pulled out some cocaine. “Hold out your dick,” she ordered. He pulled his pants down to his knees, and she massaged the cocaine into it. “Now lick my fingers,” she demanded, shoving her fingers into his mouth and tapping his tonsils. “Numb yet?”
She leaned in close, her ample, firm breasts pressing against his chest as she began to whisper in his ear and stroke his cock.
“As you notice your cock growing so sensitive, you might find yourself wondering if it just melts in your hands when you play with it, don’t you?”
He repeated the doctor’s words blankly, “As I notice my cock growing so sensitive, I might find myself wondering if it just melts in my hands when I play with it, don’t I?”
“Is that true, patient #285?” She asked?
“It is.”
“It is?”
“It is.”
“According to your file, you’re only 27. You’re a young man with quite the unruly member, huh? Did your parents admit you here? Because it sure doesn’t look like you could afford these amenities at the Asylum, especially not at your age.”
RED, RED, RED
“Yeah, my mommy checked me in. I finish too quickly, I barely talk, and I never leave the couch. Honestly, I’m a total loser who has a degree in electrical engineering and I don’t feel like working at Google anymore.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve had plenty of losers come through these doors. We lobotomize them to spare the world the misery of dealing with their sorry asses. You’re in good hands here.”
Doc started to unbutton her blouse and whispered in his ear, “Since your mommy footed the bill for you to be here, you don’t get to touch anything. Your hands are glued to your sides, like they’re strapped down by a thousand-pound weight. The more you resist, the heavier it gets. Now, go ahead, try to lift your hands.” He struggled at first, but his hands stayed pinned down.
RED, RED, RED
“Men like you, we save here at the Asylum. When a scalpel slices deep into your frontal lobe, severing every sense of pleasure you’ll ever know. Men like you, who think the world owes them something.”
She smiled, imagining him sitting there, absentmindedly playing with his lips while watching cartoons, rocking back and forth, lost in his own world.
She pulled in even closer, gripping his dick tightly between her fingers. With a squeeze, she pressed her lips against his neck and whispered things too explicit to be written or even mentioned.
“Picture the moment when you just come too soon.”
RED, RED, RED
He was completely seduced. Every touch sent shivers of pleasure through him. “Cum for me,” she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. “You know you want to. Cum for me.”
Her body moved against his, her cunt warm and slick, rubbing against him. The scent of her as she opened up drove him mindless. Completely mindless. He could barely hold on, his body trembling with the need to release.
“Look at you,” she mocked, her voice dripping with derision. “A trembling little boy, unable to hold his cum in. You’re not a man at all.”
Her taunts only intensified his arousal. The pressure built inside him, an unbearable ache demanding release. His thoughts were a jumble of desire and desperation. He was so close, teetering on the brink, ready to fall over the edge.
RED, RED, RED
“You can feel it now, can’t you? That undeniable sensation, building rapidly, growing stronger and stronger. You might try to hold it back, but it’s impossible. The more you think about it, the more intense it becomes.”
“You are going to come too soon. You can feel it, can’t you? The pressure is building, the pleasure is overwhelming, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. The wave is cresting, ready to crash over you, and you know you won’t be able to hold back.”
“Let yourself surrender to it. Feel the pleasure build to an overwhelming peak. You can sense the inevitability of it, the urgency, the unstoppable force. And as you finally let go, the release is powerful, sudden, and all-consuming.”
RED, RED, RED
He could feel the tension building rapidly, an overwhelming rush that he couldn’t control. The sensation was intense, his body tingling and heart racing as he neared the edge far too quickly. Despite trying to hold back, the mounting pleasure became too much, and with a sudden, powerful surge, he came way too soon. The moment of release was a mix of ecstasy and frustration, his muscles tensing and his breath catching in his throat.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, she took his cum between her fingers, mixing it with the remnants of cocaine still on the table. In one swift motion, she brought the concoction to his nose and shoved it up, forcing him to inhale sharply. The mixture sent a shock through his system, a bizarre blend of sensations flooding his senses as he reeled from the sudden, unexpected rush.
“As you come out of this state, you’ll find a new understanding deeply embedded in your mind. Whenever you think about skipping a training session with me, Doc, you will immediately feel a strong sense of discomfort and unease. This discomfort will only grow until you make the decision to train with me daily. You will recognize that the only way to alleviate this suffering is to commit to our sessions every single day. Remember, your well-being depends on this commitment.”
Now imagine what will happen to you if you continue coming too soon during my Saturday freak shows.
Doc
P.S. RED, RED, RED
