I need to give a sample...( sperm sample that is! )

After Shelly and Mai finish giving me my bath, they leave me alone and its not long before I fall back to sleep, exhausted from my orgasm.

A few hours later I wake up partially, hearing voices beside my bed. Opening my eyes I can see Dr Shatzenberg speaking with a nurse I don’t recognise, though whom I instantly register as a “Hottie”. 28 I‘de guess, very slender, long tanned legs leading to a body with the dimensions of a swimsuit model, thin, but not unattractively skinny, her breasts of a similar size to Mai’s. Long dead-straight blonde hair and a pretty face with large eyes, she stands nodding to the Doctors instructions, a small medical carry bag held in her fine-boned hands.

Still groggy, I don’t catch what they are saying although I do hear the word “sample” a couple of times, the Doctor finishes talking and leaves the room, leaving me with “model blonde”.

“ Mr Doe?…..Mr Doe?” she says, her small hand lightly nudging my shoulder. “ Can you wake up please?”

“ Yes, Sarah?” I reply, seeing her name tag.

“ Doctor Shatzenberg requires that you give a semen sample, so I’m here to give you a few utensils to help and to take the sample to the Doctor.” she explains, opening her carry bag.

Sarah then hands me ( well, puts into my limp hands ) a small container with screw on lid, presumably for the “sample” and a small tube of lubricant, then places a couple of porn magazines on the bedside table. Closing the curtains around my bed, she tells me she will wait on the other side until I am finished.

She steps outside of the curtain while I lay there for a minute, trying to summon the energy to lift the container, and get my other hand under the blankets to my pulsing cock, but I’m still too weak to do either.

“ Uhh…Nurse? Sarah?” I say, wondering how to describe my situation to her.

“ Yes Mr Doe?” she chirps, poking her head through the curtain and frowning when she sees I haven’t moved at all.

“ Sorry, but I cant move my arms…or anything else for that matter.” I tell her.

“ Oh, of course.” she says, walking to the front of my bed and looking at my charts. “ How silly of me, I should have checked these first.”

“ I guess you’ll have to come back…in a few days when my energy returns…” I say.

“ No, we cant wait. Doctor Shatzenberg needs the sample today for some tests, and to help us try and isolate what exactly caused this condition.” she tells me.

“ Sounds urgent.” I say.

“ Well, I think that because the instances of this happening are so rare, your going to be a bit of a guinea pig.” she says, openly.

“ Umm, so what then?” I ask, seeing where this may be going and liking it.

“ I’m going to have to “milk” you, Mr Doe.” she answers, lifting up and folding over the blankets at the foot of the bed over the frame, exposing my lower torso to herself but not to me, all I can see is a big square of cloth before me with Sarah’s chest, shoulders and head poking above it.

She grabs the container and lube from my unmoving hands and I feel but don’t see her rest the container on my stomach, before squeezing a generous amount of lubricant onto her right hand.

“ Would you like me to open up one of those magazines and lean it against the frame, so you can look at it while I do this?” she asks, nodding towards the pornos.

“ No thank you.” I reply. “ If I may be so bold…I wont need them, with you touching me, your…very attractive. Actually…I think you could be a…model.” as I say this I wonder if its appropriate or not, but what the hell, she’s about to wank my cock anyway, if I cant be blunt now…then when?!