Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

He referred to the chart, his eyes followed the lift and fall of the black line etched across it. It reached up high several times, each time followed by a dramatic drop, then a slow build-up, another fall. The black line never reached the straight red line drawn across the top, the line indicating a climax-level of excitement had been reached, until the very end of the chart. Doctor August looked disappointed.

He slid the papers into the folder marked 107, buzzed the intercom. "Yes?" answered his secretary. "Have the current results come from Data yet? The late results on the special readings I ordered for room 107?"

"They called just a moment ago and said they were on the way up. They also said everything read out normal."

"Thank you. Has Eric arrived yet?"

"Yes," the secretary answered. "He's here now."

"Send him in."

The door opened and the large-shouldered, stocky man with the massively thick cock who shared Darlene with the two other men stepped inside. He looked worried, distraught. His hands were clasped before him, he stood quietly just inside the door and waited.

August put the file away, looked up, without expression said, "Sit down, Eric."

Eric moved quickly to the chair and sat. His eyes never left those of August, he wanted to appear alert, awake, constantly attentive. The tight clamp of his hands on each other gave away his internal turmoil however, a characteristic Dr. August instantly perceived.

"I guess you know why I want to talk," August said.

Eric nodded. "Yes sir."

"Well, let's not make this any more painful than necessary. What happened?"

Eric's hands separated, he held them out in a gesture of helplessness. "I don't know. I've thought it all out and the only thing I can think of is that she was so dry, so tight. Her vagina was really scrubbing away at me… I guess it was just too exciting."

August looked away for a moment, then darted his piercing eyes back. Eric inhaled. "Perhaps she was too beautiful, too alluring, too practiced with her sexual movements for you to resist?"

Eric's mouth fell open, he slowly drew it shut. "I can't deny that she's a real beauty… and that she sure knows how to handle herself… but I don't think she's so practiced that it would ever happen again. It was pure accident, doctor."

August stood. He had Eric on the defensive now and wanted to use the situation to improve this man's future performance rather than let him leave thinking that his blundering ejaculation was unavoidable, a human error, something we can all shrug off and hope doesn't recur. No, that was definitely the wrong attitude.

"You're a trained specialist, Eric. A professional."

"Yes sir."

"That doesn't leave room for accidents. I know you could have avoided climaxing, I know it and you know it," August bluntly stated.

Eric squirmed. He didn't try to contest the statement with anything more than, "How?"

"Did you use the desensitizing cream?" August asked.

"Uhhhhh… " Eric squirmed. "That stuff never has done much for me. It's messy, it melts away… "

It was time to change this man's attitude. August snapped, "And it's there to avoid 'accidents' like you just committed! You almost threw the conditioning back by days! I know you may not enjoy the desensitizing cream but your function is not enjoyment, it's work. Work to rehabilitate people who have fallen prey to mistaken values! That's the only mistake we can afford to recognize… theirs!"

"Yes sir." Eric held his head low and took the scalding remarks of the doctor seriously.

"From now on you're required to apply the desensitizing cream liberally to your penis before every assignment. If we have another slip-up out of you I'll be forced to look for a replacement. Understand?"

Eric looked up at the doctor and nodded. "I understand."

"Fine. I want you to take today and rest up. I know this has been a nerve-racking experience for you and the desire to perform well may cause a real accident. That would be tragic, so take it easy, try to remember that it is past history, I hold no grudge, I have no fear of it ever occurring again."

Eric smiled, he knew the doctor's position, understood that the concern now was to make sure he was psychologically as well as physically ready for the next call.

Doctor August put an arm around his shoulder while leading him to the door. "You're a valuable man to me, Eric. You possess a very necessary physical attribute for our work. We must give the patients a variety of sex organs to excite them and yours is unique in many ways."

After instructing the secretary to inform Control Dr. August went to the washroom and scrubbed down. He dressed in his gown of bright blue and make-up placed the mask of Ken Williams onto his face.

"While I'm away please clean and change the adhesive on my goatee," he instructed the make-up girl. "It's beginning to itch."

He found Darlene walking around the walled perimeter of her room, eyes slightly glazed, humming to herself. She was feverishly looking for something, anything that wasn't white. Doctor August, tall, strong, in the familiar mask of Ken and so elegantly dressed in the flowing robe of blue. gave her all the visual relief she needed.

With a sudden turn she started moaning toward him. "Oh… oh… " She had no name for him other than, "Ken. "

Doctor August nodded solemnly at her reference to him. A mellow, cheerful music began to filter into the room. For the first time since laughing at unfortunate Eric, Darlene smiled.

"Ken, I'm so glad you've come… "

"Kneel!" the voice of Ken boomed through hidden loudspeakers.

Darlene instantly dropped to her knees. Her smile grew wider, happier. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" she eagerly asked.

Behind his mask Doctor August saw a great deal of progress in her treatment. In the control center two men feverishly worked to create the answer to her question in the voice of Ken.

"No!" finally carne the answer. "Kneel and be content to be in the presence of your man!"

"Yes." She bowed her head as if in prayer, folded her hands at her stomach, closed her eyes.

August took this opportunity to examine her physical condition. Ample amounts of bare flesh were exposed through the tears and ripped holes of her white garment, succulent, nude flesh with the healthful curves and delights which had driven Eric to his mistake.

She was in fine condition. No bruises, her torn finger where the busted nail caused bleeding was completely healed. She was weathering the therapy like someone years her junior. August circled her, gazed at the fully exposed roundness of her white, plump buns, the slender sweep of her rear thighs. She seemed more beautiful than ever in this humbled, prayerful state.

Darlene could feel the staring eyes of the tall man in the mask, she knew he was circling her, drinking in the parts of her body left bare by the torn garment. She thought he would gladly accept her offer at sucking his cock, it was such a nice, large cock. She wanted to appear willing, beaten, ready to do whatever is asked.

But what was he doing now? Walking around, not touching her, why? What was it he had in mind? A slight shudder ran through her shoulders, a reminder that she could really trust no one, not even him.

When she felt him lifting away the rags she wore Darlene started to open her eyes but the voice said, "No. Do not move except to raise your arms."

She lifted her arms above her head and felt him whisk away the shameful robe. She was bare, totally nude, arms still up, breasts thrust out like gigantic gourds, her stomach flat, her rump sloping back like a silken cushion. But still, he didn't touch her.

When she felt it in her hands she didn't have the slightest idea what it could be. It felt smooth, like fine silk, a new robe? No, it was thick, fluffy, like a pillow. She squeezed it tight between her fingers and felt the softness, the fullness, the comfort of down feathers under the silk, no, satin, fabric above her head.