Treatment

Cock in hand, masturbating furiously, you follow Dr Kincaid’s lead down a long hallway lit by fluorescent office lights. You glance at the doors as you walk down.

*FERTILITY SPECIALIST*

*GYNECOLOGIST*

*RECTAL EXAMS*

She pulls you into a room marked *ORAL SPECIALIST* A tight perky blonde welcomes you in.

“Hi David! My name’s Bethany, I’ll be working with you today!” She takes your arm from Dr Nelson’s and stands you next to what appears to be a medical gloryhole. You continue masturbating vigorously, apparently unaware of the events around you. “So what seems to be the problem buddy?”

Your glazed eyes stare vacantly at her. She notes your apparent indifference to the world around her as you roughly mash your cock next to her.

“David seems to have a pretty severe case of Constant Hole syndrome,” Dr Nelson begins. “My assistant Alyssa practically inserted him into her pussy and he didn’t even blink.”

“Interesting, interesting, any response to oral stimulation?” Bethany pondered.

“Oh yes, he attempted to **** himself into her mouth.” stated Dr Nelson bluntly. “If i had to guess I would assume this is either an oral or esophageal case.”

“Thank you Dr Nelson, I’ll start my exam right away. Could you and Alyssa please help me restrain him? This could get ugly very quickly,” warned Bethany.

The busty physician takes your non masturbatory hand and slowly raises it over your head, clasping it in a tight ratcheting strap on top of the gloryhole. You continue your rapid, jerky masturbation completely ignorant of what’s coming next.

“Alyssa, I’m going to need your help with this next part. David’s severely impaired by his condition and there’s no telling what he’ll do when his dominant self pleasuring hand is taken away from him.” says Dr Nelson.

“She’s right,” Bethany agrees. “We’ll have to do this all in one motion.”

Bethany reaches through the hole and firmly cups her fingers around the back of your ballsack. Dr Nelson gently wraps her fingers around your masturbating hand. Alyssa stands behind you with her hands on your buttocks, ready to **** your cock through the hole when Bethany says the word.

“1… 2… 3… GO!”

Simultaneously, the three caregivers make their moves. Dr Nelson rips your hand off your worn cock and raises it into the air. Bethany uses her fingers to aim your cock through the hole and pulls you in by your sweaty balls. Alyssa pushes hard on your ass and pulls a strap around your waist, locking your bottom half into the examining appliance.

You begin thrashing around wildly, groaning at the top of your lungs. Desperately, you rip your one hand out of Doctor Nelson’s grasp, and attempt to push yourself out of this anti masturbatory prison. Dr Nelson and Alyssa both grab your free hand and slowly **** it into the other clamp. You buck your hips wildly as you are now fully restrained.

“I’m gonna need one of you to take minutes on this procedure. I’ve never seen a case of Constant Hole Syndrome this bad,” Bethany says. “I’m going to first conduct a visual exam of the patients genitals.”

She walks over to her table and snaps a pair of nylon gloves onto her hands. Alyssa and Dr Nelson look on intently as she grasps your cock with her gloved hand.

“Penis appears to be fully congested with blood” she states. Alyssa writes furiously on her clip board. Bethany lifts the underside of your balls. “Balls appear engorged to almost double their usual weight.” She sticks her tongue out and runs it flat against the bottom of your dick. Your eyes roll back into your head as you let out a tight moan. Bethany stands, and your furious squirming resumes.

“Well he reacted to that didn’t he??” Alyssa exclaims gleefully. “I guess that means we were right!”

“Not quite so fast Alyssa,” Bethany begins. “If it was only an oral variety he would’ve snapped out of his trance for a couple seconds. It looks like we’re dealing with a rare 2 hole variant, one I’ve never seen before. I’m going to test a few spots, and see if I can work out what that second hole is.

Bethany drops back down, grasping the base of your balls in her hand. Shes perched on the flats of her feet right in front of your now irritated cock. She begins lightly caressing the head of your penis with her tongue, gently slurping her tongue in circles over it. You squirm with agitation like a fat kid with candy in front of him, and begin desperately trying to free your hands from their restraints.

She runs her tongue along your shaft again and sucks the tip tightly, pulling it out of her mouth with a loud *POP* You begin groaning loudly again, shaking the apparatus with your impatient thrashing.

“Interesting, interesting,” she muses. “It appears David’s reaction to your oral stimulus was actually a sign of ANTICIPATION, aka it was David’s Hypothalamus anticipating further esophageal stimulation. Truly a fascinating case of ACTS. Normally he would be referred to a specialist, but I’m afraid our resident Otolaryngologist is on a cruise this week.”

“So what then? You’re just gonna leave him like this for a full week?” Alyssa pipes up. She points over at you, fully immobile and thrashing around like a god damn retard.

“Don’t worry Alyssa,” Bethany begins. “I shadowed a throat specialist the first couple weeks of my residency here. We’ll have to move him to another examination room, there’s no way I can deepthroat him fully in here.”

The normal procedure for removing an uncured patient from this apparatus calls for the release of the their hips first, followed by the hand they use to “jack off.” This allows the patient to immediately revert to self soothing, stabilizing them, lest they take out their sexual frustration on the people around them. But Alyssa, through her inexperience and apparent excitement at witnessing this so-far-unheard-of case of ACHS, commits a fatal mistake. She unlatches your LEFT hand, immediately followed by Bethany releasing the strap around your hips.

Your autistic squirming switches to enraged flailing. You’ve been denied stimulation for almost a full 15 minutes now, and your “soothing hand” is still tightly bound at the top of the rig, and you have a **** need for some type of relief.

Unfortunately for Bethany, that relief seems to be squatting right next to your waist, having just released the straps holding your cock on the other side of the rig.