The "treatment" continues

John lay panting in a puddle of his own cum.

"John? Are you okay?"
"Yea" John eventually rose to his feet and cleaned himself off.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Yea!" John beamed.
"See? There's nothing gay about a woman making you cum."
"I guess that's a good point." John felt comforted.
"Speaking of which, I'd like to talk to you today about relationships."
"Okay" John felt a little nervous.
"Sexual dysfunction can be a major obstacle to over come when motivating one's self to pursue relationships, so I'm glad to see you already putting yourself out there with Lizzie." Dr. Valentine said.

"Well," John started. "I don't know if it's like that. I mean I only just met her, I'm not like trying to be in a relationship with her.

"Of course." Dr. Valentine agreed. "I didn't mean to imply you were after anything serious. But even casually becoming close to another girl after a break up is good for the recovery process."

"You mean like a rebound?" John asked.
"Precisely. So I encourage you to pursue Lizzie further."
"Okay!" John didn't need to be told twice.
"Are you at all nervous about not being able to perform for her?"
"No" John couldn't exactly tell her that he already knew that wasn't going to be a problem.
"Well I'm glad you're not nervous, but sometimes being over confident can be just as bad."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't know if two or three minutes is going to be enough to satisfy her. And that's not even taking into consideration that that's how long you last masturbating, sex is going to be much shorter I assure you."

"So, what? I shouldn't hook up with her until I know I can last."
"I think we just have to work harder to overcome your dysfunction. There's actually an exercise I'd like to try with you if you don't mind."
"Not at all" John said.
"Great, I'll need you to stand up and remove your pants."
"Again?" John asked concerned.
"Relax, I'm done with your prostate today I promise."
"Okay" John said skeptically as he removed his pants and underwear.
"So I know how you've been trying to last longer," She said as she snapped on a latex glove. "But I also know how hard it is to deny one's self of an orgasm." She snapped on another. "When your masturbating, no one is there to stop you from finishing. So I'm going to remove that control from you."

"What does that mean?" John hoped it meant what he thought it meant.
"I'm going to manually stimulate you."
"You mean like... jerk me off?" John was afraid to ask.
"Yes. So obviously I'll need you to become erect before I can start."
"Okay!" John said as he reached for his cock.
"No!" She startled him. "No touching. That's the whole point of this."
"Oh... sorry."
"Just try and think of things that turn you on. Do you like breasts?"
"Yes."
"Good." She said as she moved his hands to her chest. "Now, I want you to last for as long as you can okay? I know you're only up to two or three minutes but I'm going to masturbate you for five minutes okay?" She said eyeing the clock.

John simply nodded. He was too dumbfounded to speak, he just held his hands against her breasts, too scared to actually squeeze or grope them in anyway. He just moaned as she grabbed a hold of his shaft and started slowly jerking. John started humping into her fist.

"No." She said sternly as she squeezed his dick hard. John groaned in pain anf stopped humping into her fist, allowing her to set the pace. She increased her speed and John felt like he could take no more.

"Ugh" John tried to hold back.
"Don't cum."
"Uuugghh"
"It hasn't even been a minute yet."
"Fuck!" John shot a rope cum onto her skirt. She kept jerking out his load as he squeezed her breasts hard. She continued jerking him, his cock now slightly dribbling the last of his load.
"47 seconds John. I'm disappointed." She said, still stroking.
"I'm sorry." John wheezed as he brought his hands down to remove hers.
"Oh no," She used her free hand to grab both his wrists. "I told you. I'm masturbating you for five minutes."
"Please," John whimpered. "It's too sensitive."

Dr. Valentine just smiled as she continued to jerk him off. John struggled to get his hands free, but she was stronger than she looked. Much stronger. In fact John had never felt so weak.

"Stop!" John gasped in pain. and tried to wriggle away.
"Only four minutes left." She teased.
"It hurts!"
"Than you shouldn't have cum." She said sternly.

John tried to twist away from her, but her hand stayed defiantly on his dick. John now had his back to her, with her hand reaching around behind to jerk him off. She wrapped her other hand around him to hold him tight against her. John could feel her firm breasts pressing into his back, her pointed nipples protruding into his skin.
"You're not going anywhere." She increased her pace.
"OOOWWW! PLEASE! PLEASE!" John cried.
"Two minutes down, only three to go" She whispered into his ear.

John felt his knees weaken. He felt his whole body tremble. He was covered in sweat. His whole body felt flush. He was now just mumbling incoherently as drool dripped from his mouth.

"Three minutes down" She congratulated.

John felt like his whole body was going to pop. Then, to his surprise he felt a familiar feeling at the base of his cock.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" He screamed like he never had before. It was a higher pitch then his ever heard himself make, it was full of desperation and submission. It certainly wasn't manly. Then he shot three thick ropes of cum out of his cock.

"Oh my, cumming again? Didn't you learn you lesson the first time?" She cranked her hand into high gear.
"AAAAAAYYYY!" John squealed as he fell to his knees. Dr. Valentine squatted down next to him, never once taking her hand off his cock. John curled into the fetal position, but it did nothing to slow Dr. Valentine's hand. John writhed around wildly on the floor. He flailed and convulsed while making sounds he never heard himself make before. He never felt so weak, so powerless, so emasculated. He never felt so alive. Finally, after 90 agonizing seconds she released his cock.

"And time!" She said smugly.

John gasped in relief. He laid motionless on the floor trying to catch his breath. His panting slowly turned to sobbing, and soon he had tears running down his face and no idea why.

"Shhhh" Dr. Valentine brushed his hair out of his face. "It's okay. It's over now."

John instinctively reached out and clutch onto Dr. Valentine. He buried his head in her lap as he cried.

"That's it. Let it out." She gently stroked his hair. "It's all over now. It's okay."

After a few minutes of this John finally stopped crying.

"All better now?" She asked patronizingly.
John nodded, not caring about her tone. He was actually kind of comforted by it.
"Good boy." She pecked him on his forehead. "Now, I'm afraid our time is up."