Chapter 3: Rising Action
The sterile, clinical atmosphere of Dr. Smith's office was a stark contrast to the warm, inviting smell of Mikey's apartment. The scent of disinfectant hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the purpose of the space. Mikey took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he sat in the black leather chair, his bare skin feeling the cool leather beneath him.
Dr. Smith stood across from him, his eyes scanning over a manila folder that Mikey assumed contained his medical history. The doctor's gaze flicked up to meet Mikey's, his green eyes steady and professional. "So, Mikey," he began, his voice smooth and calm. "You're aware that your...
endowment is quite impressive," Dr. Smith said, his voice steady despite the surprise in his eyes.
He tried to focus on anything but the doctor's touch, his eyes flicking around the room.
Eight inches, to be exact. That's quite rare, and highly valuable in our program." Dr. Smith jotted down the measurement in Mikey's file, his eyes flicking back up to meet Mikey's gaze. "But before we proceed, there's something else we need to discuss."
Mikey raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "What's that?"
Dr. Smith leaned back in his chair, his expression serious. "As you can imagine, with such a valuable... commodity, we need to ensure its safety and exclusivity. That means no masturbation outside of our controlled environment."
Mikey blinked, taken aback. "What? You want me to... not jerk off?
That's not going to be easy," Mikey said, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration. "I mean, I'm a guy. I jerk off all the time."
Dr. Smith nodded, his expression understanding but firm. "I know it's not easy, Mikey. But it's a necessary precaution. We can't have our donors coming outside of our controlled environment, especially with a specimen as valuable as yours."
Mikey sighed, running a hand through his hair. "So, what do you want me to do? Just... lock it up or something?"
Dr. Smith chuckled, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, sort of, actually. We do have a solution.
We'll provide you with a special device that will ensure your... specimen remains intact and ready for use when needed. It's a bit unusual, but it's necessary for the safety and exclusivity of our program."
Mikey's eyes widened as he processed the information. "A device? Like what? A chastity belt?" "Yes, something like that. It's a custom-made device designed to keep your... specimen safe and secure. It's not uncomfortable, I promise. "
Mikey felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, but he tried to maintain a sense of dignity.
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that," he said, his voice a bit shaky. "I mean, it's a bit... invasive, isn't it?"
Dr. Smith nodded, understanding the concern. "I can see how it might seem that way, Mikey. But please understand, this is a necessary precaution to ensure the safety and exclusivity of our program. He knew the doctor was right, but the thought of wearing a chastity device was still a bit too much to swallow. "Can I think about it?
I mean, it's not something I've ever considered before," Mikey said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. He felt a strange mix of embarrassment and curiosity, his body responding to the touch despite his best efforts to remain composed.
Dr. Smith nodded, his expression understanding. "Of course, Mikey. I understand this is a big decision, and I want you to feel comfortable with it. But, please understand we would be offering extra compensation too, it's not every day someone with your... measurements comes in here." Dr. Smith's voice was calm and reassuring, but Mikey couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.
"Extra compensation, you say?" Mikey asked, trying to keep his voice steady. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help himself. He needed the money, and if there was a way to get more of it, he was all ears. "Yes, Mikey. Given your unique... assets, we're willing to offer a significant bonus. Not only for each donation, but also for your commitment to our program."
Mikey felt a spark of interest ignite within him.
"How much are we talking about here?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but the allure of the extra money was too strong to resist.
Dr. Smith leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a mix of professionalism and excitement. "We're talking about a significant increase in your compensation. Let's say, for each donation, you would receive an additional thousand dollars. And for your commitment to our program, we could offer a monthly retainer of five hundred dollars."
Mikey's eyes widened in surprise. "Five hundred dollars a month? That's... that's a lot of money." Mikey's voice was barely a whisper, his mind racing with the implications of the offer. He could finally catch up on his rent, maybe even save up for a new car. The possibilities were endless. "It is indeed. But remember, Mikey, with great power comes great responsibility. You'll be asked to make some sacrifices, and this device is just one of them." He knew the doctor was right, but the allure of the money was too strong to ignore. "I understand," he said, his voice steady.
"I'm not saying I like it, but I get it. It's a necessary precaution." He paused, his mind racing with the implications of the offer. "So, when can I start?"
Dr. Smith smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Right now. I can get you fitted this afternoon." Dr. Smith stood up, walking over to a cabinet and pulling out a small, black box. He opened it to reveal a variety of devices, each one more intricate and unusual than the last. Mikey's eyes widened as he took in the sight, his mind racing with questions and concerns.
"What exactly is that?" he asked, pointing to a device that looked like a cross between a belt and a harness. It was made of black leather, with a series of buckles and straps, and a small, metallic ring at the end.
"That's a chastity device," Dr. Smith explained, picking it up and holding it out for Mikey to see. "It's designed to keep your... specimen safe and secure.
The ring at the end is where your... specimen will be secured, and the belt will ensure it stays in place."
Mikey swallowed hard, trying to wrap his head around the idea of wearing such a device. "And it's... it's not going to hurt or anything?"
Dr. Smith shook his head, his expression reassuring. "No, quite the opposite in fact. To maximise your production, it will keep you stimulated, but not allow you to waste any of your... potential."
He took a deep breath, trying to process the information.
"And how exactly does it... stimulate me?" Mikey asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation, but he needed to know what he was getting into.
Dr. Smith smiled slightly, as if he understood Mikey's discomfort. "The device is equipped with a small, vibrating component that gently stimulates your... specimen. It's not enough to bring you to completion, but it's enough to keep you... aroused.
It's a delicate balance, but it's necessary to ensure the highest quality and quantity of your... specimen." Mikey felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought of being constantly aroused, but never able to find release. It was a strange mix of excitement and frustration, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it.
"And what if I can't handle it? What if it's too much?" He was starting to realize the extent of the commitment he was considering, and he wanted to be sure he could handle it.
Dr. Smith's expression softened, and he leaned forward in his chair.
"Mikey, I understand that this is a lot to take in. It's a significant commitment, and it's not something to be taken lightly. But I assure you, we have procedures in place to ensure your comfort and well-being. The device will be linked to my phone, and I'll be able to monitor your progress."
"And what if I need to... you know... go?" Mikey asked, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation, but he needed to know all the details. "That's a valid question, Mikey. The device is designed to accommodate that. There's a small opening at the base of the ring, allowing for easy access when needed.
But remember, no masturbation. That's the rule," Dr. Smith said, his voice firm but gentle. "And what if I need to... you know... go while I'm out?" Mikey asked, still trying to wrap his head around the idea of wearing such a device in public. "That's a valid concern, Mikey. The device is designed to be discreet, and it's unlikely anyone will notice you're wearing it. But if you feel the need to go while you're out, there are discreet ways to do so. We can provide you with a list of public restrooms that are equipped to handle such situations," Dr. Smith explained, his voice calm and reassuring.
"But remember, Mikey, this device is not just about keeping you from wasting your... potential. It's also about maintaining your safety and the integrity of our program. We need to ensure that your specimen is only released under our controlled conditions, to maximize its value and ensure its purity."
Mikey nodded, trying to process everything. "I get it, Doc. It's like... insurance for my... insurance policy." Dr. Smith chuckled at Mikey's attempt at humor. "Something like that, yes. Now, let's get you fitted. Please stand up and remove your pants."
Mikey hesitated for a moment, then stood up and unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans fall to the floor.
He stepped out of them, standing in just his boxers, feeling a sudden rush of vulnerability. Dr. Smith watched him with a professional detachment, his eyes scanning Mikey's body with a clinical gaze.
"Just like that," Dr. Smith said, nodding towards the black leather chair. "Now, please lie down on your back."
Mikey complied, lying down on the cold, hard surface. He could feel the chill of the linoleum tile through his boxers, making him shiver slightly. Dr. Smith approached him, carrying the black box with the various devices.
"First, let's get you measured," Dr. Smith said, opening the box and pulling out a tape measure.
He knelt down at the side of the chair, his eyes focused on Mikey's crotch. Mikey shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the sensation of the doctor's breath so close to his groin.
"Relax, Mikey," Dr. Smith said, his voice calm and reassuring. "This is just a routine measurement. Nothing to be nervous about."
Mikey took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He watched as Dr. Smith carefully measured the length and girth of his cock, jotting down the measurements in a notebook.
"Eight inches, just as I suspected," Dr. Smith murmured, more to himself than to Mikey.
"Impressive indeed. Now, let's see how well this device fits you."
He opened the box again, this time pulling out a black leather harness with a metallic ring at the end. The device was intricately designed, with multiple straps and buckles that seemed to promise a snug fit.
Mikey watched as Dr. Smith carefully positioned the harness around his waist, the cool leather against his skin. He felt a shiver run down his spine as the doctor's fingers brushed against his skin, securing the straps.
"Comfortable?" Dr. Smith asked, his voice gentle.
Mikey nodded, trying to ignore the strange sensation of being so exposed. "Yeah, it's...
it's a bit strange, but not uncomfortable," Mikey said, his voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in his stomach.
Dr. Smith nodded, his expression professional. "That's good. Now, let's secure the ring."
He took the metallic ring from the box and positioned it over Mikey's cock, the cool metal sending a shiver down his spine. He watched as Dr. Smith carefully secured the ring in place, the leather straps and buckles fitting snugly around his waist and thighs.
"Alright, Mikey," Dr. Smith said, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
"How does that feel?"
Mikey shifted slightly on the chair, testing the fit of the device. "It's...tight, but not uncomfortable. It's like...like being constantly aware of myself, you know?"
Dr. Smith nodded understandingly. "That's a common reaction, Mikey. It's a new sensation, and it takes some getting used to. But remember, this device is designed to keep you stimulated, not to cause discomfort."