DR. BURKE

I blew off work a bit early on Friday and headed downtown to see what was going on. All summer there were food festivals, ethnic celebrations and other things to see and do. This Friday there was some sort of health fair with booths set up for blood pressure screening cholesterol information and diabetic risk factors. It seemed boring until I happened upon a booth set up warning about sunburn and skin cancer. While it is true that I am fair skinned and at some risk in this regard, the woman staffing the booth was the real attraction. She was tall, dark haired and beautiful. While I was busy trying to think of a way to start a conversation with her, she spoke to me.

"Hi, my name is Bonnie and I work with a dermatology practice in the area. Would you be interested in a free sun cancer screening? It's painless, quick and, as I said, free."

I wasn't really but it seemed like a good way to get to spend more time with her so I agreed to the screening. First I had to answer a few questions about how often did I use sunscreen, did I wear a hat when out doors and limit my time on the beach. I admitted that I didn't take the precautions very seriously. In response, Bonnie offered to have the dermatologist take a look at my face, scalp and shoulders to see if my carelessness had caused any problems yet. She explained that the doctor's office was nearby and we could go right away. I agreed.

Dr. Burke's office was indeed just one flight up off the street. She was a blonde, a biy older that Bonnie but no less attractive. I was greeted in a professional manner and Bonnie showed her my questionnaire. Dr. Burke told me that the exam would take about 30 minutes. I was shown to an exam room, told to strip to my underwear and put on a gown. This I did. About the time I began to wish I had snagged a magazine from the waiting room, Bonnie and the doctor walked in.

Dr. Burke began the exam by feeling my forehead, scalp, ears, nose and the back of my neck. She told me that she found some suspicious, dry patches that could be an early sign. She said she would like to examine the rest of my skin. Her comments concerned me so I readily agreed.

She continued the exam by looking and feeling the skin on my arms and shoulders. She then asked me if I would mind removing the gown so she could continue the exam. Bonnie helped my out of the gown and I sat there in my briefs while they both continued to feel and look over my back and chest. She then asked me to lie back on the table and while I was doing she pulled off my underwear, rather quickly, I thought. She began a thorough examination of my groin.

I found the situation difficult. There I was, naked in the presence of two fully dressed, good-looking women, one of whom was handling my penis. I was trying to remain calm but my concentration was broken when Dr. Burke spoke to me.

"I see some early signs here as well. I need to get a better look so, if you don't mind, I'd like to have Bonnie prep-shave your pubic area." I was slightly stunned but murmured my consent. Bonnie asked me to bend my knees, put my feet together and spread my knees as far as possible. She used an electric clipper to remove most of my pubic hair and got the rest with some lather and a razor. Now I was absolutely naked. Dr. Burke returned and ran her hand over my groin and said to Bonnie, "Nice job, I'll bet he hasn't been that smooth since he was 8 years-old."

They both laughed and again my concentration was broken. This time I reacted with an instant erection, painfully stiff. Dr. Burke spoke again. "Oh good, that will make the examination easier, I was about to suggest a little manual stimulation to get the wrinkles out. See if you can maintain that until I'm done."

Bonnie held the end on my, now dripping, cock while Dr. Burke examined first the right side and then the left side of my painfully erect penis. After what seemed like hours she sat down and told Bonnie she could let go of my penis. I sat there like an idiot, naked with a dripping erection sticking out of my hairless crotch in front of these two women. Dr. Burke spoke to me.

"Do you go to nude beaches frequently or do you simply masturbate a great deal?

"What do you mean?" I stammered, my face and neck reddening considerably.

"I see some signs that could either be excessive sun or repeated low-level abrasion to your penis. It doesn't really matter much, which it is because either, over the long term, could lead to skin cancer. I'd hate to be the doctor who would have to amputate your penis to stop the spread. I suppose most men would find life without a penis pretty hard to take." She was smiling slyly with that last comment.

Now she had my attention and my erection disappeared as quickly as it had come on. My cock shriveled and both women laughed at my reaction. Bonnie remarked, "That idea always seems to take the lead out of their pencils"

"What do you recommend I do about this?" I asked Dr. Burke.

"Keep your clothes on outside and keep your hands off of your penis. The first one is pretty easy but men your age don't do so well with the second one so I'm going to prescribe an appliance. First off, are you married or sexually involved with anyone?"

when I told her "no" to both questions she told Bonnie to get a restraint clip. Bonnie returned with what looked like a 3" section of hinged pipe with heavy metal mesh over one end. Dr. Burke explained how it was used.

"This locks around the length of your flaccid penis, I keep the key. After two weeks we re-examine your penis. If there is adequate healing, Bonnie and I will show you a gentler way to masturbate". This sounded interesting but she went on. "Then you get locked back up and we re-examine again after a week to make sure there is progress in your healing. If so, you can masturbate again here. This is the routine for a few months until you've broken the daily habit and have established a weekly routine at which point the clip shouldn't be necessary. By the way, the clip is designed to discourage manipulation, the interior is studded. Trying to pleasure yourself while wearing it is futile, as is removing it, and any such efforts will slow the healing process."

Two weeks seemed like a long time but the prospect of having these two show me a new way to masturbate was just kinky enough to be appealing. I agreed to the treatment and, a little quicker than I would have liked, I was locked up. Once my cock was secured, both women smiled as if at some sort of inside joke. I got dressed and made an appointment for two weeks later and went home.

It was a rough weekend. Any sort of an erection was very painful as the studs were sharper than I thought necessary. After a few more days most young women began to look appealing. By the end of the first week, I was counting the days. Finally the two weeks had passed and I made my way downtown to Dr. Burkes office.

As I got off the elevator I noticed that the hallway was empty. At the door to her office, which was locked, there was a note addressed to me. It read,

Roger,

The Office has moved,
we'll be in touch. Maybe

Bonnie

It's been six months since then. I've contacted every Dr. Burke I can find on the internet without any luck. I got one note from Bonnie about two months ago. There was no return address and she simply asked me if I had broken the masturbation habit yet. These two unspeakably cruel bitches have left me locked up, horny and helpless. The locksmith I finally went to simply laughed and said it was the fifth one he had seen this year and he had simply given up trying to pick the lock or drill or cut through the hardened metal.

It seems these two women are making the rounds, preying on men and leaving them to suffer total sexual abstinence forever. I can't imagine what that will feel like but it looks like I might find out.

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