To get a "treatment"

The first thing you did when you got into your car was have a good cry. You were allowed that much, at least.

After that, you decided to head to one of these official treatment sites. There was one fairly close, and the gnawing hunger had slowly been turning into distracting daydreams of cocks and cum. According to the doctor, ignoring it at that point would dangerous. Maybe after getting your dose, you hoped, it might be easier to think about things logically.

“This is so fucked up,” You said to yourself as you pulled out of the doctor’s office parking lot and put the address into your GPS. You pulled into a parking space in front of a dull, grey building a few minutes later. There was no signage out front, but the lights were on and the hours were listed in the window. On your way in, you noticed that they open up early and stay open late, which was convenient, since you had a day job.

The front room was clean and professional, with little waiting chairs and a receptionist’s desk. It was also fairly small, and empty except for yourself and the receptionist, who flashed you a bright smile as you walked in.

“Good afternoon! I don’t think I’ve seen you before, do you have a card?” This woman was way too cheerful for you, but you still managed to produce your card and hand it to her with only somewhat shaky hands. “Thank you,” She chirped, passing the barcode under a scanner and typing into her computer for a few moments. “Any special requests or requirements, dear?”

“Uh,” The question caught you off guard. What kind of requests do they normally get? “No, I don’t think so. Apart from the obvious, I guess.”

“Of course.” She clacked away at her keyboard a bit more before nodding, “It looks like Luke is available. He’s my preferred donor, and produces a very sizable load.” Fortunately for you, the receptionist’s eyes were still glued to the computer screen, so she didn’t see the look of surprise on your face when she admitted to being an addict as well. “If you take a seat, he’ll be out to see you in a moment.”

“Um. Thank you,” You said, turning away with a slight blush. It was embarrassing enough that this woman knew you’re here to drink down a stranger’s semen. The fact that you had started picturing what her lips would look like wrapped around a thick cock was not helping matters. Taking a seat, you tried to distract yourself with your phone for a few minutes before you were called back.

“Jane Smith?” Asked a man’s voice, and looking up, you caught your first look at the man who would be administering your “treatment” today. He looked… fairly average. Late thirties, you’d guess, with a build that was neither scrawny nor fit. It could be worse, you supposed.

Standing up and stashing your phone, you approached, and your eyes moved of their own volition down to his crotch. You admonished yourself and pulled up to look Luke in the eyes, giving your best polite smile. His clothing was too loose to give anything away, anyway. “Yes, that’s me.”

Luke smiled back, either oblivious to your gawking or used to dealing with it. You guessed that some of the addicts that came in here are in much worse condition than you. “Good afternoon, my name is Luke, and I’ll be your donor today. Right this way, Ms. Smith,” He instructed, leading you down a narrow hallway into a small room that was somehow both comfy and professional. A few chairs, a table, a couch, and a cloth screen all sat around the edge of the room, and you weren’t exactly sure where to put yourself.

“So, Jane,” Luke began, “I know you didn’t have any special requests or requirements at the front desk, but sometimes patients don’t mention that sort of thing until they’re in the room with me. So, is there anything specific you need me to do?”

You shook your head, “Uh. No, I don’t think so. I just need, uh, you know…”

“The semen, of course,” Luke said, smiling, “How do you normally take your doses?”

You realized, at this point, that if you didn’t start asking questions, you were never going to learn. “Um, there really isn’t a ‘normally’ for me. This is kind of my first time. I was diagnosed earlier today.”

Luke nodded his head in understanding. “Ah, no worries. Most people prefer me to ejaculate directly into their mouth. Sometimes these people prefer to orally stimulate the penis to orgasm, and sometimes they prefer if I manually do so. Some find it helps if they also masturbate at the same time. And, of course, some addicts prefer to have me ejaculate into a cup for them to drink from. The most important thing is that you, the patient, are comfortable. Other options involve the screen or blindfolds...”

You nodded along as he explained, occasionally giving a small vocalization in the affirmative, but your mind was busy picturing all the different ways Luke could get his tasty semen into your mouth. You shook your head, realizing you’d lost track of what he was saying, but you’d heard more than enough at this point, and knew what you wanted.

“I understand, Luke, thank you,” You say, interrupting his rambling explanation, “I think I would prefer…”