by glockenspiel » Fri Jan 13, 2012 4:05 pm
Here's one for Dear Em:
Awhile back I was reading about testicular ultrasounds, and it got me thinking. There is Em, the technician about to do this procedure on me. We are alone, and it is late in the day, around 4:30. All the other people in the clinic have left. She is of course stern and imperious, emotionless. I get on the examination table, then, with dimmed lights,she starts to take out equipment. She very briefly tells me that they are now using a new model ultrasound, and that although it takes a lot longer to use, the results are superior. In fact, she will be using two at the same time, because she needs one on either side of whatever it is she is examining.
So off we go. I lay back on the table, small towel covering my cock, balls exposed below, legs far apart, held by stirrups. She sits in a swivel chair beside me and taps away into a computer awhile. Then she brings out a pair of instruments. I can hardly see in the dark, but, contrary to what I am expecting, as she turns it on, I hear a noticeable buzzing sound. She explains that previous ultrasound wands gave no sensations, but this new type has a vibrating sensation. It is crucial that I stay absolutely still, so I had best get comfortable. So I put my hands behind my head, close my eyes and relax.
To my surprise, she lifts my penis slightly, while still keeping it mostly covered, then puts one of the ultrasound wands just below the base of my cock on the top side, then switches it on. Immediately powerful vibrations course through me. I then feel the other begin to extremely slowly move around my testicles. If I look out of the corner of my eye I can see her face intermittently flitting between the wands and the computer. No emotions visible at all.
Of course i begin to get hard, then her movements start to involve not just moving the wands around, but also pushing it in at spots. My erection gains steam, and I can feel the towel covering it beginning to slip to one side. I realize that in moments it will slide off, so I quickly reach forward to position it.
She groans in exasperation. "You moved. I told you not to. You just can't move even slightly during this procedure. Now we will have to start again"
So we wait for 5 minutes, then start all over. Again, I get an erection, and off falls the towel, but I dare not move. So I get harder and harder, my cock starts to bob and jerk, yet I can't move a muscle. she clears her throat, "This will take about an hour and a half, so please whatever you do don't move". an hour and a half? Holy crap. So on it goes, I get closer and closer to cumming but its awful because my cock isn't actually being touched. Her face remains impassive, she is staring at my balls seemingly oblivious to my raging cock twitching and spasming in front of her. Finally there is such a build up that I can't stand it any longer, and my cock starts to disgorge itself of its contents in a thoroughly undignified fashion. I look at her face - it is still staring at my balls, in spite of it! She has completlly ignored my cock cumming right in front of her, treating it like it is no big deal!
Yet even then, she carries on! The movements continue, as if nothing had happened. Unbelieveable! I drift off almost to sleep, then awake with a start 20 minutes later to realize that this damn procedure is still going on, and that I am getting hard again. Eventually I cum again, and still no reaction!
After the procedure is finished, she nonchalantly gives me a paper towek to clean up, then as I am about to leave th eclinic, tells me that in her estimation, my case is very complex, and that she will recommend to my doctor that I come back every week for the next 2 years to undergo the same procedure to monitor my progress..
And on it goes.