Dr. Marcus leans his elbows on the desk, takes a deep sigh, and speaks seriously to David:
“David, look, prostate milking is not a procedure intended for your sexual relief, but rather for the maintenance of your prostate. It is a procedure that can take a few hours, and it might leave you… let’s say, psychologically vulnerable.”
“But, will it hurt?” David asks, a bit apprehensive.
“No, it is a completely painless procedure. Here is how it will work: first, we will need to give you an internal flush, called an enema. It will ensure we don't have any, ah… accidents during the procedure. After that, we’ll take you to the room where the procedure will take place, and you’ll be placed in a special chair and strapped down for your comfort. Then, one of our milking technicians will stimulate your prostate with a finger, similar to the exam I just performed. The goal will be to trigger the release of accumulated semen without triggering an ejaculation, and consequently, an orgasm. You will be monitored the entire time to ensure your health and safety.”
David’s father lets out a mock laugh and adjusts himself in his chair:
“Wouldn’t it be easier to just unlock the kid’s cage for a few minutes and let him relieve himself?”
“Wouldn’t it have been easier for David to stay within the law so he wouldn’t have to go through this situation? Look, David, nobody is forcing you to go through this. From a medical standpoint, there is no issue with serving the remainder of your sentence without any form of relief. So, it’s up to you to decide. But know that once we begin, we will proceed to the end without turning back.”
David thinks for a few seconds, but the thought of spending another 15 months without any kind of relief makes him anxious and desperate.
“I… I accept. I want to do it.”
“Alright then, let’s get everything ready. Your father doesn’t need to be present if he doesn’t want to; he can wait in the waiting room or at the coffee shop across the street. We’ll call him when it’s all over.”
David’s father turns to his son and places a hand on his shoulder:
“Son, I’ll be waiting for you, and I hope that you made the best decision. Trust the doctor and do everything they ask of you.” He stands up, nods at both of them, and leaves the room.
David finds himself alone with the doctor, who smiles with a paternal warmth:
“This first time will be very intense, but I want you to know there is no shame in agreeing to go through this. To tell you the truth, the vast majority of people return for future sessions, so depending on how it goes, we can get some future sessions scheduled.”
“Ah… and now… do I wait?”
Dr. Marcus picks up the phone, dials two digits, and someone answers on the other end:
“Peter, young David agreed to be milked today. I assume our schedule is clear? Ah, yes, great. Can you come prep him? Okay, thank you.”
“Well, David, Nurse Peter will be here to pick you up in a few minutes to get you prepped, and then we’ll head to the milking room to take care of everything. Obey and follow all instructions, and we’ll see each other soon, okay?”
Just then, someone knocks on the door twice, and a tall, muscular, black man in a nurse’s uniform opens the door:
“Hi, David. I’m Peter, the nurse who will be getting you prepped. Shall we?”
David gets up, visibly nervous, nods at the doctor, and follows Peter out of the room. They walk down the hallway, stop a few doors down, and enter a windowless white room containing a gurney, a cabinet, and a small restroom at one side of the room. Peter closes the door behind him.
“Alright, David, I need you to take off all your clothes, please, and put them in that cabinet. Everything off.”
Despite his shame, David obeys and quickly stands naked while Peter adjusts something at the sink. David hears the sound of plastic, running water, and then the nurse steps out holding something that resembles a water bag.
“You can lie down on your side on the gurney, with your back facing me.”
David obeys and lies down while Peter hangs the bag on an overhead pole beside the gurney.
“David, have you ever received an enema before?”
“No…”
“It works like this: I’m going to insert this nozzle into your anus, which will pour all the liquid from this bag into your rectum. The liquid is water mixed with a solution that will clean you out from the inside. You’ll need to hold it for 5 minutes, and then you can go relieve yourself in the toilet. David, I need you to answer me honestly: have you ever been sexually penetrated before?”
“No…”
“Never inserted fingers or objects into your rectum?”
“Ah, no to that too…”
“Alright then, I think this nozzle will work fine. Please relax as much as you can.”
David was lying facing away, so he couldn’t see anything—just the white wall in front of him. He feels the nurse approach, spread his buttocks with his fingers, and then feels the sensation of cold gel being applied to his anus. After that, the feeling of something penetrating him.
“Doing okay here?”
“Ah… yeah, it’s a bit uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Great, it’s all in. I’m going to release the liquid gradually, and you’ll feel a sense of fullness followed by an urge to move your bowels. David, it is essential that you hold it as long as possible; otherwise, we’ll have to start all over again, okay?”
“Okay…” David replies, anxious.
Peter then begins releasing the liquid, which quickly fills David’s rectum. At first, the young man feels a sensation of heat in his lower abdomen and realizes the water is warm. He starts feeling full, sensing his abdomen expanding.
“Everything alright so far?”
“Ah… yeah, I’m just feeling… ah, full.”
“Yes, that’s normal. I’m going to release a bit more.”
Another wave of heat hits his lower belly, making it swell even further, and then Peter announces that it’s all in and removes the nozzle from the young man’s rectum.
“All done. Now we’re going to wait 5 minutes so you can go relieve yourself. Stay lying down—if you want to rub your stomach, that’s fine, but hold it in.”
David feels full and experiences mild discomfort, but up until then, everything is fine, and he begin to think the procedure isn’t all that bad. Then, the first cramp hits. A chill runs down the young man’s entire body, his stomach makes a noise, and a powerful urge to evacuate hits him hard.
“Peter… Peter, I need to… I need to go.”
“No, there are still 3 minutes left. Hold it.”
David then starts squirming on the gurney, overwhelmed by a severe cramp and an urge to move his bowels so strong that he is shaking all over.
“Peter, oh God, Peter, I really need to go, really bad! Please let me go!”
“No, David. Still 2 minutes left. Do you want to sit up? It might help.”
“I… ahhhh, it’s coming again, Peter, please… ahhhhh, it hurts so bad, I need to… I need to poop!”
“Turn toward me, I’ll help you sit up.”
Without opening his eyes, David turns, and Peter helps him sit up on the gurney. When he opens his eyes and looks down, the size of his stomach startles him.
“My… my God, my stomach… it’s so bloated.”
“It’s normal. You’ll let it all out real soon.”
David then notices Peter’s caring, paternal gaze as he strokes David's arm to soothe him.
“Just one more minute left, almost there.”
And then, another overwhelming cramp strikes, making David writhe in pain.
“Ahhhhh, I really need to poop! Really bad, I’m not gonna be able to hold it!”
“Come on, stand up. Let's head to the toilet.”
Peter helps David stand, practically carrying the young man to the washroom and helping him sit on the toilet:
“Okay, 30 seconds more and you’re clear to go.”
By this point, David is leaning forward, clutching his stomach and practically crying.
“Ah, God… I… I really need to…”
“And… 3… 2… 1. Alright, you can let go, sweetie.”
David doesn’t thinks twice and relaxes his sphincter muscles, releasing a torrent of water from his rectum straight into the bowl. He lets out an almost guttural groan as he releases, his whole body shaking during the evacuation.
“Uuuuhhh, ahhhhhh, oh God… what a… relief.”
Peter is kneeling beside the young man, reassuring him.
“There… there… you let it out, see?”
“Ahhhh, there’s… there’s more coming!” Another powerful jet is released, followed by more sounds of water splashing against water, and David feels further relief.
“That’s it, let it all out. Take your time.” Peter caresses David´s hair while saying so.
After a few minutes and two more gushes, things seem to settle down. David, still sitting on the toilet with Peter by his side, is exhausted.
“Alright, I think… that was all of it.”
“Great! We’re going to repeat two more bags, and then you’ll be good to go!”
David almost passes out upon hearing that he would have to receive two more bags.
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