It Won't Involve Needles
I've had it with needles. It seems as though I'm never going to be done with this. I went to the doctor's office yesterday... typical followup... no issues at all right? Of course not. ...so I go back into the exam room.. and I'm about to get the most action since sometime last year... I cannot believe I'm gonna pay someone to touch my penis... well... first off.. it's a he... which I know I pretend to bat for the other team on occasion, but I would much prefer to take my pants off in front of someone of a more feminine persuasion. Secondly, the environment isn't really all that conducive to that of an intimate nature.... not unless I'm playing doctors and nurses... and thirdly.. the involvement of my private parts really doesn't constitute much in the way of achieving any kind of release or sexual satisfaction.
So anyway, I am there with my trousers dropped having this 40-somethingish man with a magnifying lens... kneeling in front of me.. I mean.... I know I'm not large.. but this kinda is a "belittling" experience if you get my meaning.. I think most men would agree.
All of a sudden he says... "What's this?" ...I'm just about to say... "Why, that's a penis... don't you have one?" ...when he says.. "That spot concerns me... it's probably not anything, but I think we need to be sure."
So I realize in a split second what is about to happen... it suddenly went from a voyeuristic encounter with minimal touching to a full S&M session... complete with needles and a knife.. So after this "belittling" news..what better way to humiliate me than bring in a sexy nurse to see my poor penis in its completely flaccid and shrunken state.. He then leaves us alone for her to do her work.. I was thinking to myself.. if she looks at me and snickers.... I'm getting up and walking out.. Fortunately, she was very professional.. for a dominatrix.. as she has me hold myself.. she stabs my poor manhood not once.. or twice.. but 3 different occasions with needles.. there could have been more.. but by the third one.. I wasn't feeling anything.. and I definitely was not going to watch.. I still remember the first one going in.. and my ass lifting about 2 feet off the chair.. So soon it was over.. she tells me to keep pressure on it... Pressure?? I could be squeezing it off.. and I wouldn't have a clue.. Then she walks out to leave me... and like that.. the most attention my penis has seen from a woman in quite awhile is over..
I sit in the exam room waiting.. and waiting.. and waiting.. I have to glance to make sure I'm not just squeezing gauze .... yup... the poor little guy is still in there. Finally after I've had hours to think about the knife and him slicing off my winky, he comes in.. looks.. and says.. you don't have to watch if you don't want. Ummmmm... like any man wants to watch another man come at is privates with a knife.. no.. I have bad enough dreams thank you very much. Anyway.. the procedure is over... the pretty nurse comes in in an attempt to apply a bandage.. it's sorta like trying to wrap a 2 inch wet noodle.. and with the traumatic experience I've just been through.. 2 inches is being generous.. it's like much more... and it's going to disappear completely inside of me.. Mr. Turtle definitely doesn't want to come out and play. ... after our little wrap the macaroni session... she leaves... without so much as a kiss or anything.. Doc comes back in.. and says that I'll be in some discomfort for a day or so... yeah.. he wasn't kidding.. on my way home.. I felt like a bee was trapped inside my underwear... and decided to use my shaft for target practice.. So.. I made it home.. and am eternally grateful that I still had some Vicodin left from my circumcision in March.. I've had to use a couple so far.. won't use any more until I need them.. but wasn't going to sleep last night if I didn't use something... I'll know more later whether I'll need them tonight.. but for now, I'm just going to sit in my chair.. hang on my computer.. and daydream of the day when I will finally have an encounter involving my member which will result in a different outcome... and it won't involve needles.
So anyway, I am there with my trousers dropped having this 40-somethingish man with a magnifying lens... kneeling in front of me.. I mean.... I know I'm not large.. but this kinda is a "belittling" experience if you get my meaning.. I think most men would agree.
All of a sudden he says... "What's this?" ...I'm just about to say... "Why, that's a penis... don't you have one?" ...when he says.. "That spot concerns me... it's probably not anything, but I think we need to be sure."
So I realize in a split second what is about to happen... it suddenly went from a voyeuristic encounter with minimal touching to a full S&M session... complete with needles and a knife.. So after this "belittling" news..what better way to humiliate me than bring in a sexy nurse to see my poor penis in its completely flaccid and shrunken state.. He then leaves us alone for her to do her work.. I was thinking to myself.. if she looks at me and snickers.... I'm getting up and walking out.. Fortunately, she was very professional.. for a dominatrix.. as she has me hold myself.. she stabs my poor manhood not once.. or twice.. but 3 different occasions with needles.. there could have been more.. but by the third one.. I wasn't feeling anything.. and I definitely was not going to watch.. I still remember the first one going in.. and my ass lifting about 2 feet off the chair.. So soon it was over.. she tells me to keep pressure on it... Pressure?? I could be squeezing it off.. and I wouldn't have a clue.. Then she walks out to leave me... and like that.. the most attention my penis has seen from a woman in quite awhile is over..
I sit in the exam room waiting.. and waiting.. and waiting.. I have to glance to make sure I'm not just squeezing gauze .... yup... the poor little guy is still in there. Finally after I've had hours to think about the knife and him slicing off my winky, he comes in.. looks.. and says.. you don't have to watch if you don't want. Ummmmm... like any man wants to watch another man come at is privates with a knife.. no.. I have bad enough dreams thank you very much. Anyway.. the procedure is over... the pretty nurse comes in in an attempt to apply a bandage.. it's sorta like trying to wrap a 2 inch wet noodle.. and with the traumatic experience I've just been through.. 2 inches is being generous.. it's like much more... and it's going to disappear completely inside of me.. Mr. Turtle definitely doesn't want to come out and play. ... after our little wrap the macaroni session... she leaves... without so much as a kiss or anything.. Doc comes back in.. and says that I'll be in some discomfort for a day or so... yeah.. he wasn't kidding.. on my way home.. I felt like a bee was trapped inside my underwear... and decided to use my shaft for target practice.. So.. I made it home.. and am eternally grateful that I still had some Vicodin left from my circumcision in March.. I've had to use a couple so far.. won't use any more until I need them.. but wasn't going to sleep last night if I didn't use something... I'll know more later whether I'll need them tonight.. but for now, I'm just going to sit in my chair.. hang on my computer.. and daydream of the day when I will finally have an encounter involving my member which will result in a different outcome... and it won't involve needles.
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