Milking Day
David was sitting in a waiting room that closely resembled to a doctor’s office: a receptionist, a few chairs, old magazines, and a TV turned on playing the local news. But it wasn't a normal medical clinic; it was a milking center.
A few years earlier, the government had passed a series of laws implementing unorthodox measures for minor crimes, aiming to reduce the prison population and correct young offenders. Crimes like speeding or vandalism were punished with spankings on the rear, and minor sexual crimes were punished with a supervised period of forced chastity.
You might think David was some kind of criminal or vandal, but in truth, he was a 19-year-old guy—a good student, a good son, and a college freshman—who ended up sentenced to 19 months of forced chastity for having sex with an underage girl. Nothing was forced; on the contrary, David had a secret relationship with Anna, but her father found out about everything and decided to report the young man, and that was that: the sentence was handed down without much deep investigation.Despite the injustice, there was nothing to be done and nowhere to appeal. In fact, appealing could result in a worse, more severe sentence, so on his lawyer's advice, David accepted the punishment.
His penis was now locked in a cage made of durable resin, customized to his size to prevent injury. Small holes allowed the skin to breathe and permitted basic hygiene, but since he was circumcised, there wasn't much to worry about. The instructions were simple: the cage stayed on at all times for the entire duration of the sentence. However, since it wasn't in the government's interest to cause permanent damage or physically impair reproductive capability, there were milking centers scattered across the country staffed with accredited, qualified doctors to examine patients with complaints and evaluate the need for interventions like cage replacement, supervised milkings, and (what rarely happened) a reduction or suspension of the sentence.
Fourteen weeks had already passed since the day David's cage was put on, and the young man couldn't take it anymore.
"Dad, please… I don't want to go through with this."
"I'm not forcing you into anything, son. You came because you wanted to, but if you want, we can leave."
At that moment, the receptionist announced that Dr. Marcus was ready to see David in examination room 14. The young man thought for a second, took a deep breath, and stood up:
"Let's go… I… I need to fix this."
The two men walked down a bright, wide hallway to room 14. It was a simple room with a desk where Dr. Marcus sat, two chairs in front of it, an examination table off to the side, a cabinet in the back, and a small sink. Marcus was a tall man in his early 50s, with a full beard and a warm, friendly gaze that caught David off guard.
"Come in and take a seat, make yourselves confortable. So, David, what brings you here today? And before you start, I just need to ask that you please be 100% candid and honest with me. I'm here on behalf of the government, but above all, I'm here to help you."
David was trembling, his heart beating a mile a minute. He took a deep breath, built up his courage, and began:
"Ah… well, doctor… I… I can't stand this… thing on me anymore. It's bothering me so much, I can barely sleep, I… I need to take this off, even if just for a little while."
While David spoke, Marcus typed on the computer in front of him, reviewing David's entire file and sentence:
"I understand, son. I see here that you're serving a 19-month sentence, and that you've been at it for exactly 98 days—impressive that this is your first visit. Most people can't stand it that long right out of the gate. Well, but I want to make one thing clear before we start: in 6 years of working in this field, I've never seen a sentence overturned. I've swapped out a few cages—sometimes it's necessary—but generally, there's never an issue that requires removal for longer than necessary. But be more specific: what kind of discomfort are you feeling?"
David took another deep breath, uncomfortable with his father's presence beside him, but by law, he had to be accompanied by a guardian at all times.
"Well, I… feel a constant heaviness all the time. Sometimes it feels like someone kicked me in the… uh… balls."
Marcus listened and kept typing on the computer.
"Right, that's called vasocongestion. It happens because your testicles are preparing for ejaculation, and since it doesn't happen, the vessels fill up with blood and, consequently, get sore. This is extremely common and isn't a reason to remove the cage—everyone goes through it. But either way, let's examine you. Take off all your clothes and lie down on the table."
"A… all my clothes?" David swallowed hard, breaking into a cold sweat.
"Yes, everything," Marcus replied dryly.
The young man slowly stood up, trying to ignore the presence of his father, who was watching everything. He took off his t-shirt, revealing a toned torso, pink, erect nipples, and almost no body fat due to working out. Next, he took off his jeans and sneakers, leaving only his socks and underwear on. Taking another deep breath, he pulled down his underwear, revealing the cage, and lay down on the table with his arms at his sides.
Dr. Marcus spent a few more minutes typing on the computer, then took a deep breath and stood up.
"Alright, let's see."
He approached the lying youth, and the first thing he noticed was David's nipples.
"Your nipples are swollen." Without ceremony, he pinched David's left nipple, making the young man groan out loud and writhe on the table.
"Altered sensitivity is one of the main symptoms of seminal retention, but I don't see any swollen glands or abnormal signs." He continued touching the young man's nipple; David tried to stay still, but a tear began to roll down his cheek.
After a few minutes, the doctor's hands moved down and began to palpate David's testicles, who again struggled to lie still on the table.
"A bit swollen, but given the circumstances, an acceptable size. Normal sensitivity, no signs of skin irritation. David, I need to examine your prostate. Turn on your side and pull your knees to your chest."
David couldn't believe he was going through all this, but he complied and assumed the position while the doctor put on a glove and lubricated his index finger.
"Try to relax, okay? I promise to be quick." He spread the young man's buttocks, lubricated the entrance, and inserted his index finger without much ceremony. At that moment, David couldn't hold back; he let out a long groan, his body trembling..
"Shhh, calm down… I'm almost done." Marcus pulled his finger out at last. "There, see? Super quick. Your prostate is a bit swollen, but nothing alarming. David, I don't see any reason for any kind of intervention today."
David, still lying on his side, turned his head, unable to understand or believe it.
"W… what? N… nothing?"
"No, you're perfectly normal. You're just displaying all the standard symptoms of semen retention, but nothing we should worry about. You can get up and get dressed."
David turned and sat up on the table, feeling something wet on his abdomen. He noticed how much pre-cum had leaked from his caged penis. The doctor noticed it too, handed him a few tissues, and cleared his throat.
David stood up, embarrassed, and began to get dressed.
"Doctor, for God's sake, I'm begging you, I'm pleading with you. It's been 3 nights since I last slept well. I feel like I'm going crazy."
"I understand, son, but that's more of a psychological aspect of chastity, not a physical one. Physically, you're 100% fine."
David's father, who had been quiet until then, looked at his son:
"I told you, there's nothing to be done. You just have to tough it out, focus on your workouts and college, and wait for the months to pass."
David sat in the chair, staring blankly, in disbelief.
"Doctor, please, I beg you, is there really nothing that can be done without breaking the rules? I'll do anything, seriously, I'm going to lose my mind!"
Marcus took a deep breath, looking at the young man thoughtfully. After a few seconds, he spoke:
"Well, we could perform a prostate milking on you. It's a minimally invasive procedure—quick, though a bit painful. But keep in mind, this procedure isn't meant for mental relief, only physical, so I only recommend it as a last resort. If you still want to do it, though…"
"I do! Can I do it here? Today? Does it cost anything?"
"We can schedule it for today, yes, but David, are you sure you want this?"
"I am! I need any kind of solution for… for this damn thing!"
To be continued…
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