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“Dr. White will see you now.”
I looked up to see a pretty blonde nurse with a cordial smile and the expected clipboard. I followed her to Exam Room 5, where she motioned for me to enter and asked me to wait for a few minutes. This was my first time meeting Dr. White. First time for a lot of things these days. My wife and I had just moved to Cleveland, Ohio for work, and I was due for my physical. Dr. White was listed on my insurance website as an option, and the office was convenient to both home and work, so why not?
Two knocks and a slowly opening door told me this part of my waiting was over. In walked a different nurse, a brunette this time, and, though maybe kinder looking, not quite as young and pretty as the first one. “My name is Donna, and I’ll be confirming some details from your medical history before Dr. White does your full physical.”
We all know how the next 10 minutes worth of questions went. “We’ll end with your sexual history and health,” Nurse Donna finally said. “Oh, ok,” I stammered, not knowing that was coming, but also thinking it made sense.
“Are you being treated for any STDs?” she asked. “No, I’m not. My wife and I have only ever been with each other, so no possibility of that.” “Do you have erectile dysfunction or any difficulty getting an erection?” “Ha! No, not at all,” I genuinely laughed as I answered. “Why do you laugh?” Nurse Donna asked sternly. “Well, my little penis gets hard all the time. It’s even been stirring just from this line of conversation.”
A smirk crossed Nurse Donna’s face, “Why did you say ‘little penis’? Most men feel the need to call it their ‘dick’ or ‘cock,’ even in this setting. As if they had something to prove or an insecurity to cover up.” I honestly wasn’t sure why I had added that descriptor; it’s true, but it is not something I generally go around announcing.
“I...I’m not sure. Not sure why I said it at all. I mean, it’s true, though. It's only four inches hard,” I said, shifting my eyes between the floor and Nurse Donna’s piercing brown eyes. I kept lifting my gaze back to hers more and more though. Her kindness remained, but there was a sternness I didn’t remember being there earlier. And my penis was rock hard, tenting my khaki slacks the little bit that it could. I noticed her gaze drop to my lap and her smirk grow a bit when she saw the small bulge I did nothing to hide.
“I’m glad you were upfront about it. We would have found out regardless, so better to tell us. I know Dr. White is going to talk about your sex life and your wife’s satisfaction. But otherwise, we’re off to a great start here. Dr. White will be in to see you soon.” And with that, Nurse Donna stood, nodded her head at me, and headed out the door. I think my “Thank you” made it out the door before it closed behind her.
Now, I was left alone to think about what had just happened. Why in the world did I call my penis little?! It was, but why did I tell her that? I’ve always deferred to pretty women or women in authority, so maybe it was that? And what did, “We would have found out regardless” mean? I was pondering all that and thinking about nothing at all at the same time, when that same double knock and simultaneous door opening happened again.
But this time, it was a tall, striking black woman who came in. A large smile lit up a beautiful face, and as she stuck out her hand for a shake, she said, “I’m Dr. White.” Silly me; I’d assumed Dr. White would be a man. I’m not sure if I prefered the impending conversation about my small penis and my wife’s sexual satisfaction with this beautiful, powerful woman, or a male Doctor. It didn’t matter, though did it? And deep down--or not very deep down--I was terribly excited Dr. White was a beautiful, strong woman.
She stood far enough away with her hand out stretched that I had to stand up to shake her hand, and my erection was immediately visible as it tented my pants. I noticed her eyes drop just fast enough to notice the bulge, but her expression didn’t change and she didn’t mention it at all.
We both sat down and exchanged the usual introductory lines, and then she started reviewing my medical history. Annoying how that happens, isn’t it? You go through all of it with the nurse to turn around and go through all of it again with the doc? But, I didn’t mind. I took the opportunity to take in all that I could of Dr. White, though that did nothing to help my erection subside.
Like I said, she’s tall. Probably just under 6’, and she was wearing heels which added a couple inches. I’m 5’11”, which is just tall enough to fit in with the guys and generally not have to look up to the women, but, alas...not Dr. White. She was slim without being skinny. I’m used to medical professionals wearing a long white lab coat that covers their clothes quite completely, or scrubs. Dr. White opted for neither. High heels, tights, a gray pencil skirt that ended just above her knees, and a bright red blouse--likely silk--tucked in tightly to the skirt both accentuated how slim her tummy was and how nicely proportioned her breasts were--large, but not obnoxious. Her white lab coat was shorter than her skirt and hung open at her sides, allowing full view of her glorious body. Her face was equally striking. Strong bone structure, big, clear eyes, a large smile, and smartly styled hair that framed her pretty face rather than distracting from it.
I’m not sure how many questions I answered on auto-pilot while I took all of Dr. White in. What a woman! But I snapped quickly back to reality when I heard her say, “So I see here you have a small penis. What size is it?” “Um, four inches when I’m hard; about an inch and a half when I’m not.” I was both embarrassed and excited to be talking about my small penis with such a powerful woman.
“Hmm. Most of the world’s men have a larger penis than you do. Did you know that? Look at this chart here; You’re in the smallest 9% of all the men in the world. But, hey--at least you can know there are some men with even smaller penises!” Her attempt at humor did little to relieve the moment; my 4” were currently doing all they could to break out of the boxers and Khakis I was wearing, which made my heart skip a beat at her next instruction.
“Go ahead and undress for the visual examination while we keep chatting about your small penis.” Throbbing. I was throbbing now. And I was a deer in headlights. “Well, what are you waiting for? I don’t have x-ray vision; if I’m going to examine you, you need to be naked. Please disrobe now.”
I glanced around the exam room; there was no privacy shield to undress behind, and no medical gown aparent for me to put on. I guess I was going to strip completely--with my small penis rock hard--in front of this powerful woman. And I had no choice. My heart was racing and my penis was throbbing. She stopped asking questions and just stared at me while I undid my shirt and removed it, then my pants. My boxers were still on, but my penis had found the front opening and was sticking straight out. I pulled those down, and stood before her completely naked with my 4” penis throbbing and sticking straight out.
“Socks, too. I want you completely naked.” She locked eyes with my while she said it, and I broke the stare to look down at the floor while I removed my socks. I could tell by her voice she was annoyed to have to tell me that. When I finished peeling them off, I just stood there, hands by my side, alternating looking at her pretty--but now stern--face, her hot body, and the floor.
“I’d like to see a picture of your wife,” Dr. White said. I wasn’t sure what that had to do with anything, but I fished my phone from my pants pocket, pulled up a picture that I thought captured Sarah’s beauty well, and showed it to her. “Oh, she’s gorgeous. And such a hot little body.” She very obviously glanced down at my still-hard penis. “How did you and your small penis end up with such a hot wife?”
“I...well, we didn’t have sex until we were married. We were both virgins. She had no idea until we were married,” I explained. “Poor thing; she must have been so disappointed,” Dr. White said kindly, clearly feeling sorry for Sarah. “Have you found a way to satisfy her sexually?” Dr. White’s eyes pierced me as she asked, then she--again--glanced down at my still hard, still small penis, then back into my eyes.
“Yes!” My smile broke out from ear to ear. “I have learned to finger her and eat her out till she cums.” “I’m glad to hear that,” said Dr. White with a nod of approval. “Do you make her squirt?” “Oh, I love it when she does that! Doesn’t happen every time, but often she will soak my face or the bed.” “I’m also really glad to hear that; often wives stuck with husbands with small penises live very frustrated sexually.”
I was startled to hear the double-knock and door start to open. “Come on in,” said Dr. White loudly. I looked at her and at the opening door. In came the pretty blonde nurse that first led me to this exam room, as well as Nurse Donna. I watched both their eyes drop to my small, hard penis, then back up to my face. And subtle, but obvious, smiles came over each of their faces. “I told you he’d still be hard,” Nurse Donna said to the younger blonde.
“We were just discussing Steve’s ability to make his wife, Sarah, cum and squirt,” Dr. White updated the two new arrivals. I was both surprised and not to hear the relatively vulgar terms coming out of this Doctor’s mouth. “Happily for her, he can satisfy her manually and orally, though certainly not from intercourse.” Both nurses nodded as Dr. White summarized what she had learned.
Dr. White turned back to me: “Does Sarah let you have intercourse with her?” “Sometimes. When I’ve been playing with her or eating her out, I’ll sometimes slide into her and fuck her some and then continue pleasuring her with my mouth or fingers. She likes feeling me in her, but I can never get her close to cumming from the fucking.” “Intercourse,” Dr. White corrected me. “A man with a small penis like yours can’t properly fuck a hot woman like your wife, so we call it ‘intercourse.’ What my husband with his big cock does to me...that we call fucking.”
My eyes were locked with her as she said that. I’m sure I was blushing as my gaze shifted to the floor--and my little penis--then to the two nurse’s faces, then back to Dr. White...slowly making my way up her toned legs, flat tummy, large breasts, to her beautiful face that was watching me check her out. My heart raced and penis throbbed all over again as I briefly imagined that scene.
I corrected myself. “Intercourse. My wife does not cum from our intercourse.” “Does she derive any pleasure from your small penis?” Dr. White asked. “Um, well, she likes how hard my penis gets for her. She really turns me on, and she likes holding my penis while I finger her,” I explained. “Ah, so her enjoyment of your penis is really about her, not you. Had you put it that way to yourself before?” My eyes lowered to the floor yet again, my small penis sticking straight out in full view of all three of these women. Dr. White continued, “That means your little penis brings her no sexual pleasure.”
My penis throbbed. “I wonder,” Dr. White mused aloud, “if one of the 91% of men in the world with a larger penis could please your wife. I’m sure some of them could.” “I...I imagine so,” I replied softly.
“Morgan, please take the necessary pictures for Steve’s file. And I like how you made the collages of our last patient, so please do that again.” The young pretty blonde nurse took over. “Steve, please hold this sign and stand against that wall.” Morgan handed me a sign that read, “Steve J” and pointed to a wall opposite the door. As I made my way there, Dr. White walked out of the room, leaving the door wide open, and me stark naked, with a throbbing erection, facing the open door, holding a sign with my name on it.
Morgan pulled out her phone--her personal phone!!--and lined up to take pictures of me. Head to toe ones first, then getting closer in on my torso and face, just my face, followed by closeups of my hard penis. But first, she gave me a ruler to hold next to it so the measurements were visible right next to my hard penis. “Looks like it isn’t quite 4”, but I guess in your case rounding up is a good plan, huh?” Morgan asked me. She winked. I blushed. My penis throbbed. Morgan took her pictures.
“When you’re done with the collage, text them to me so I can add them to his file,” instructed Nurse Donna. Morgan sat down and was working her phone, I would guess making the collages Dr. White had instructed her to make. Speaking of Dr. White, that’s when she walked back in and closed the door behind her. Thankfully, I wasn’t aware of anyone that had walked down the hall and seen me this way. “Morgan, you should send that collage to Mrs. Gallagher for your ‘Sex and the Modern Woman’ class.” Then, Dr. White turned to me, and said, “You don’t mind, do you? Morgan and her fellow nursing students will benefit from real life cases to discuss with her professor.” “I...I...no, no objection.” What else could I say after all?
God. There were now naked pictures of me with my 4” penis rock hard on Morgan’s phone, Nurse Donna’s phone, in their medical records...and a whole class of nursing students and their professor will be examining them. My heart skipped a beat and my penis throbbed more.
“How often do you masturbate?” That question shook me back to the moment. Dr. White was looking me straight in the eyes. Lying did not seem like a good plan. “Maybe once or twice per month?” “Are you sure that’s all?” Dr. White probed. “Yes, ma’am. I only do it when it has been a while since Sarah has given me a handjob or I came while pleasing her. Sometimes the pressure and desire is just more than I can take, and I need to relieve myself.” I had looked down at the floor, past my throbbing penis. Then I looked at Nurse Donna, who’s stern expression remained. Then to Morgan, who’s pretty face had a not-very-kind grin. Then back to Dr. White, and I couldn’t quite read what was going on behind her pretty face. “How often do you make Sarah cum?” “I try to at least once per week, ma’am. Sometimes she isn’t in the mood or things around the house fill up the schedule until she’s too tired.”
“Steve, what’s Sarah’s phone number? I want to give her a call and discuss a few things.” I gave Dr. White Sarah’s number, brimming with curiosity. “Sarah, this is Dr. White. I’m with Steve now. He’s just fine, but I wanted to discuss a few things with you related to your sexual satisfaction and his little penis. Is now a good time?”
“Great. Steve was very upfront with how unsatisfying intercourse is for you, but he said he is able to satisfy you with his fingers and mouth. Is that accurate? …. Good. I’m glad he’s being honest. Too many men with small penises are embarrassed into dishonesty, and that leaves too many women dissatisfied, which is not something I’m ok with. … hm mh… I’m glad you trained him early to focus on your pleasure. Too many women are not comfortable with that necessary approach. Now...about his masturbation...did you know he play with himself once or twice a month as a way to relieve sexual pressure and tension? … Yes, it was smart of you to assume it happens. Sadly, though, that is a sign of Steve being selfish with his sexual desires. He will be a much better husband, helper, and lover if his sexual desires remain pent up until you release them.”
“I’m going to prescribe two things for Steve, Sarah. And you’re going to need to help with both of these, but I am confident you will be the beneficiary of this course of treatment. First, I’m going to text you a link to a chastity cage I want you to lock Steve’s little penis in. The base is a ring that goes around his balls and penis; that can remain in place at all times. The cage part attaches to the base and will prevent Steve achieving a full erection and being able to masturbate. You attach a small padlock to it to ensure Steve cannot remove the chastity cage and make himself cum. You can keep a key and you can send one to me for safe keeping and so I can inspect his little penis and make sure it remains healthy. Any questions on this part?”
“Hmmm… uhu… yes, those are good questions. No, there is no danger to his little penis. By the way, I don’t refer to a penis the size of his as a ‘dick’ or ‘cock.’ And what he does with you is not properly ‘fucking,’ so I woulnd’t use that term either. My husband has a 9” cock, and he properly fucks me till I squirt. Steve has a little penis and occasionally has a bit of intercourse with you that doesn’t satisfy you in the slightest. Do you see the difference? Vocabulary matters. That said, no there is no risk to Steve’s penis. After a year or so, it might shrink a bit more and we might need to size down his chastity cage, but that’s no problem.”
“Great. Glad that is clear. I’ll send you the link when I’m off the phone here. I think the small size will be the right one. He isn’t down to extra small territory quite yet. The second prescription is more orgasms for you, and it might mean less for him. For the sake of your continued and growing pleasure, and him learning his proper place and submitting his sexuality to yours completely, I want you to observe a ‘orgasm ratio.’ What I mean by that is that for X number of orgasms you have, he gets to have one. I recommend starting at 4 to 1, meaning, once he makes you cum four times, he gets to cum once. This is guaranteed to make him more attentive to you and your needs--both sexually and far beyond sexually. And, of course, the chastity cage will ensure he isn’t cheating and breaking the ratio. Any questions on this? .... Good question. I suppose it isn't’ fair that you get to cum four times as often as he does, but, so what? It is isn’t a fair world. But the benefit for him is far beyond just sex; he’ll become a more devoted husband and grow in his enjoyment of your pleasure. So, it is an enormous gain for you in the sexual arena, and a significant gain for him in the relational arena--which is also a win for you. Ultimately, this is about what will help you the most, and I’m very confident these two prescriptions working together will reap many rewards for you and your marriage.”
Dr. White hung up and ignored me while she found and texted the link to Sarah. Next, she texted the link to Morgan and Nurse Donna. Turning to them, she said, “Donna, please add this prescription and the link to Steve’s medical file. Note that we are starting with the Small cage. Morgan, you should also send that link to Mrs. Gallagher for discussion in your class.” Finally, Dr. White turned to me: “Any questions, Steve?”
My little penis was still throbbing, so I clearly was not very distubred by the conversation I just listened in on. “I...uh...well, just one: What about the gym showers? Can Sarah remove the cage before I go to the gym?” “Good question,” responded Dr. White. “The cage is made from stainless steel, so the water won’t hurt it.” “Um...but it’ll be...weird...for me to be in the open shower that way.” “Ah, yes. That’s up to Sarah. If she wants to be kind and remove the cage part, she can. Or she can leave it on. Just make sure you always wear the base, even if she removes the cage for something like the gym shower.”
“Lastly,” Dr. White went on, “I’m going to refer you to a dermatologist I trust...Dr. Carson. He will check your skin for any issues and give you guidance on caring for your little penis while it is in the cage for extended periods of time. I’ll make sure he gets the key to remove the cage when you have your appointment with him.” “Uh, um, ok…” I stammered. I clearly didn’t mind being exposed to all these powerful women, but a man? Removing my chastity cage and guiding me on caring for my penis? That was going to be new territory for me.
Dr. White stuck out her hand for me to shake it. “I’m so glad you found me and picked me to be your Primary Care Physician. I think this is going to be an enjoyable and beneficial relationship all around.” My hard little penis bobbed as I shook her hand, and she turned around, walked out the door, and left it wide open.
“Do you think your penis is going to get soft any time soon?” asked Morgan. I shook my head side to side. “I don’t think so,” I said. “Well, maybe next time,” she said. “Nice to meet you, Steve. It’ll be great to discuss your case with my classmates and professor.” “You can get dressed and stop by the reception desk on your way out,” said Nurse Donna. With that, they both walked out, leaving me naked, with an erection, and the door wide open.
I got dressed, very confident that the erection was going nowhere, and wondered if Sarah would give me a handjob or if we were starting the orgasm ratio treatment right away. Either way, I’d call it a win-win situation.
“Dr. White will see you now.”
I looked up to see a pretty blonde nurse with a cordial smile and the expected clipboard. I followed her to Exam Room 5, where she motioned for me to enter and asked me to wait for a few minutes. This was my first time meeting Dr. White. First time for a lot of things these days. My wife and I had just moved to Cleveland, Ohio for work, and I was due for my physical. Dr. White was listed on my insurance website as an option, and the office was convenient to both home and work, so why not?
Two knocks and a slowly opening door told me this part of my waiting was over. In walked a different nurse, a brunette this time, and, though maybe kinder looking, not quite as young and pretty as the first one. “My name is Donna, and I’ll be confirming some details from your medical history before Dr. White does your full physical.”
We all know how the next 10 minutes worth of questions went. “We’ll end with your sexual history and health,” Nurse Donna finally said. “Oh, ok,” I stammered, not knowing that was coming, but also thinking it made sense.
“Are you being treated for any STDs?” she asked. “No, I’m not. My wife and I have only ever been with each other, so no possibility of that.” “Do you have erectile dysfunction or any difficulty getting an erection?” “Ha! No, not at all,” I genuinely laughed as I answered. “Why do you laugh?” Nurse Donna asked sternly. “Well, my little penis gets hard all the time. It’s even been stirring just from this line of conversation.”
A smirk crossed Nurse Donna’s face, “Why did you say ‘little penis’? Most men feel the need to call it their ‘dick’ or ‘cock,’ even in this setting. As if they had something to prove or an insecurity to cover up.” I honestly wasn’t sure why I had added that descriptor; it’s true, but it is not something I generally go around announcing.
“I...I’m not sure. Not sure why I said it at all. I mean, it’s true, though. It's only four inches hard,” I said, shifting my eyes between the floor and Nurse Donna’s piercing brown eyes. I kept lifting my gaze back to hers more and more though. Her kindness remained, but there was a sternness I didn’t remember being there earlier. And my penis was rock hard, tenting my khaki slacks the little bit that it could. I noticed her gaze drop to my lap and her smirk grow a bit when she saw the small bulge I did nothing to hide.
“I’m glad you were upfront about it. We would have found out regardless, so better to tell us. I know Dr. White is going to talk about your sex life and your wife’s satisfaction. But otherwise, we’re off to a great start here. Dr. White will be in to see you soon.” And with that, Nurse Donna stood, nodded her head at me, and headed out the door. I think my “Thank you” made it out the door before it closed behind her.
Now, I was left alone to think about what had just happened. Why in the world did I call my penis little?! It was, but why did I tell her that? I’ve always deferred to pretty women or women in authority, so maybe it was that? And what did, “We would have found out regardless” mean? I was pondering all that and thinking about nothing at all at the same time, when that same double knock and simultaneous door opening happened again.
But this time, it was a tall, striking black woman who came in. A large smile lit up a beautiful face, and as she stuck out her hand for a shake, she said, “I’m Dr. White.” Silly me; I’d assumed Dr. White would be a man. I’m not sure if I prefered the impending conversation about my small penis and my wife’s sexual satisfaction with this beautiful, powerful woman, or a male Doctor. It didn’t matter, though did it? And deep down--or not very deep down--I was terribly excited Dr. White was a beautiful, strong woman.
She stood far enough away with her hand out stretched that I had to stand up to shake her hand, and my erection was immediately visible as it tented my pants. I noticed her eyes drop just fast enough to notice the bulge, but her expression didn’t change and she didn’t mention it at all.
We both sat down and exchanged the usual introductory lines, and then she started reviewing my medical history. Annoying how that happens, isn’t it? You go through all of it with the nurse to turn around and go through all of it again with the doc? But, I didn’t mind. I took the opportunity to take in all that I could of Dr. White, though that did nothing to help my erection subside.
Like I said, she’s tall. Probably just under 6’, and she was wearing heels which added a couple inches. I’m 5’11”, which is just tall enough to fit in with the guys and generally not have to look up to the women, but, alas...not Dr. White. She was slim without being skinny. I’m used to medical professionals wearing a long white lab coat that covers their clothes quite completely, or scrubs. Dr. White opted for neither. High heels, tights, a gray pencil skirt that ended just above her knees, and a bright red blouse--likely silk--tucked in tightly to the skirt both accentuated how slim her tummy was and how nicely proportioned her breasts were--large, but not obnoxious. Her white lab coat was shorter than her skirt and hung open at her sides, allowing full view of her glorious body. Her face was equally striking. Strong bone structure, big, clear eyes, a large smile, and smartly styled hair that framed her pretty face rather than distracting from it.
I’m not sure how many questions I answered on auto-pilot while I took all of Dr. White in. What a woman! But I snapped quickly back to reality when I heard her say, “So I see here you have a small penis. What size is it?” “Um, four inches when I’m hard; about an inch and a half when I’m not.” I was both embarrassed and excited to be talking about my small penis with such a powerful woman.
“Hmm. Most of the world’s men have a larger penis than you do. Did you know that? Look at this chart here; You’re in the smallest 9% of all the men in the world. But, hey--at least you can know there are some men with even smaller penises!” Her attempt at humor did little to relieve the moment; my 4” were currently doing all they could to break out of the boxers and Khakis I was wearing, which made my heart skip a beat at her next instruction.
“Go ahead and undress for the visual examination while we keep chatting about your small penis.” Throbbing. I was throbbing now. And I was a deer in headlights. “Well, what are you waiting for? I don’t have x-ray vision; if I’m going to examine you, you need to be naked. Please disrobe now.”
I glanced around the exam room; there was no privacy shield to undress behind, and no medical gown aparent for me to put on. I guess I was going to strip completely--with my small penis rock hard--in front of this powerful woman. And I had no choice. My heart was racing and my penis was throbbing. She stopped asking questions and just stared at me while I undid my shirt and removed it, then my pants. My boxers were still on, but my penis had found the front opening and was sticking straight out. I pulled those down, and stood before her completely naked with my 4” penis throbbing and sticking straight out.
“Socks, too. I want you completely naked.” She locked eyes with my while she said it, and I broke the stare to look down at the floor while I removed my socks. I could tell by her voice she was annoyed to have to tell me that. When I finished peeling them off, I just stood there, hands by my side, alternating looking at her pretty--but now stern--face, her hot body, and the floor.
“I’d like to see a picture of your wife,” Dr. White said. I wasn’t sure what that had to do with anything, but I fished my phone from my pants pocket, pulled up a picture that I thought captured Sarah’s beauty well, and showed it to her. “Oh, she’s gorgeous. And such a hot little body.” She very obviously glanced down at my still-hard penis. “How did you and your small penis end up with such a hot wife?”
“I...well, we didn’t have sex until we were married. We were both virgins. She had no idea until we were married,” I explained. “Poor thing; she must have been so disappointed,” Dr. White said kindly, clearly feeling sorry for Sarah. “Have you found a way to satisfy her sexually?” Dr. White’s eyes pierced me as she asked, then she--again--glanced down at my still hard, still small penis, then back into my eyes.
“Yes!” My smile broke out from ear to ear. “I have learned to finger her and eat her out till she cums.” “I’m glad to hear that,” said Dr. White with a nod of approval. “Do you make her squirt?” “Oh, I love it when she does that! Doesn’t happen every time, but often she will soak my face or the bed.” “I’m also really glad to hear that; often wives stuck with husbands with small penises live very frustrated sexually.”
I was startled to hear the double-knock and door start to open. “Come on in,” said Dr. White loudly. I looked at her and at the opening door. In came the pretty blonde nurse that first led me to this exam room, as well as Nurse Donna. I watched both their eyes drop to my small, hard penis, then back up to my face. And subtle, but obvious, smiles came over each of their faces. “I told you he’d still be hard,” Nurse Donna said to the younger blonde.
“We were just discussing Steve’s ability to make his wife, Sarah, cum and squirt,” Dr. White updated the two new arrivals. I was both surprised and not to hear the relatively vulgar terms coming out of this Doctor’s mouth. “Happily for her, he can satisfy her manually and orally, though certainly not from intercourse.” Both nurses nodded as Dr. White summarized what she had learned.
Dr. White turned back to me: “Does Sarah let you have intercourse with her?” “Sometimes. When I’ve been playing with her or eating her out, I’ll sometimes slide into her and fuck her some and then continue pleasuring her with my mouth or fingers. She likes feeling me in her, but I can never get her close to cumming from the fucking.” “Intercourse,” Dr. White corrected me. “A man with a small penis like yours can’t properly fuck a hot woman like your wife, so we call it ‘intercourse.’ What my husband with his big cock does to me...that we call fucking.”
My eyes were locked with her as she said that. I’m sure I was blushing as my gaze shifted to the floor--and my little penis--then to the two nurse’s faces, then back to Dr. White...slowly making my way up her toned legs, flat tummy, large breasts, to her beautiful face that was watching me check her out. My heart raced and penis throbbed all over again as I briefly imagined that scene.
I corrected myself. “Intercourse. My wife does not cum from our intercourse.” “Does she derive any pleasure from your small penis?” Dr. White asked. “Um, well, she likes how hard my penis gets for her. She really turns me on, and she likes holding my penis while I finger her,” I explained. “Ah, so her enjoyment of your penis is really about her, not you. Had you put it that way to yourself before?” My eyes lowered to the floor yet again, my small penis sticking straight out in full view of all three of these women. Dr. White continued, “That means your little penis brings her no sexual pleasure.”
My penis throbbed. “I wonder,” Dr. White mused aloud, “if one of the 91% of men in the world with a larger penis could please your wife. I’m sure some of them could.” “I...I imagine so,” I replied softly.
“Morgan, please take the necessary pictures for Steve’s file. And I like how you made the collages of our last patient, so please do that again.” The young pretty blonde nurse took over. “Steve, please hold this sign and stand against that wall.” Morgan handed me a sign that read, “Steve J” and pointed to a wall opposite the door. As I made my way there, Dr. White walked out of the room, leaving the door wide open, and me stark naked, with a throbbing erection, facing the open door, holding a sign with my name on it.
Morgan pulled out her phone--her personal phone!!--and lined up to take pictures of me. Head to toe ones first, then getting closer in on my torso and face, just my face, followed by closeups of my hard penis. But first, she gave me a ruler to hold next to it so the measurements were visible right next to my hard penis. “Looks like it isn’t quite 4”, but I guess in your case rounding up is a good plan, huh?” Morgan asked me. She winked. I blushed. My penis throbbed. Morgan took her pictures.
“When you’re done with the collage, text them to me so I can add them to his file,” instructed Nurse Donna. Morgan sat down and was working her phone, I would guess making the collages Dr. White had instructed her to make. Speaking of Dr. White, that’s when she walked back in and closed the door behind her. Thankfully, I wasn’t aware of anyone that had walked down the hall and seen me this way. “Morgan, you should send that collage to Mrs. Gallagher for your ‘Sex and the Modern Woman’ class.” Then, Dr. White turned to me, and said, “You don’t mind, do you? Morgan and her fellow nursing students will benefit from real life cases to discuss with her professor.” “I...I...no, no objection.” What else could I say after all?
God. There were now naked pictures of me with my 4” penis rock hard on Morgan’s phone, Nurse Donna’s phone, in their medical records...and a whole class of nursing students and their professor will be examining them. My heart skipped a beat and my penis throbbed more.
“How often do you masturbate?” That question shook me back to the moment. Dr. White was looking me straight in the eyes. Lying did not seem like a good plan. “Maybe once or twice per month?” “Are you sure that’s all?” Dr. White probed. “Yes, ma’am. I only do it when it has been a while since Sarah has given me a handjob or I came while pleasing her. Sometimes the pressure and desire is just more than I can take, and I need to relieve myself.” I had looked down at the floor, past my throbbing penis. Then I looked at Nurse Donna, who’s stern expression remained. Then to Morgan, who’s pretty face had a not-very-kind grin. Then back to Dr. White, and I couldn’t quite read what was going on behind her pretty face. “How often do you make Sarah cum?” “I try to at least once per week, ma’am. Sometimes she isn’t in the mood or things around the house fill up the schedule until she’s too tired.”
“Steve, what’s Sarah’s phone number? I want to give her a call and discuss a few things.” I gave Dr. White Sarah’s number, brimming with curiosity. “Sarah, this is Dr. White. I’m with Steve now. He’s just fine, but I wanted to discuss a few things with you related to your sexual satisfaction and his little penis. Is now a good time?”
“Great. Steve was very upfront with how unsatisfying intercourse is for you, but he said he is able to satisfy you with his fingers and mouth. Is that accurate? …. Good. I’m glad he’s being honest. Too many men with small penises are embarrassed into dishonesty, and that leaves too many women dissatisfied, which is not something I’m ok with. … hm mh… I’m glad you trained him early to focus on your pleasure. Too many women are not comfortable with that necessary approach. Now...about his masturbation...did you know he play with himself once or twice a month as a way to relieve sexual pressure and tension? … Yes, it was smart of you to assume it happens. Sadly, though, that is a sign of Steve being selfish with his sexual desires. He will be a much better husband, helper, and lover if his sexual desires remain pent up until you release them.”
“I’m going to prescribe two things for Steve, Sarah. And you’re going to need to help with both of these, but I am confident you will be the beneficiary of this course of treatment. First, I’m going to text you a link to a chastity cage I want you to lock Steve’s little penis in. The base is a ring that goes around his balls and penis; that can remain in place at all times. The cage part attaches to the base and will prevent Steve achieving a full erection and being able to masturbate. You attach a small padlock to it to ensure Steve cannot remove the chastity cage and make himself cum. You can keep a key and you can send one to me for safe keeping and so I can inspect his little penis and make sure it remains healthy. Any questions on this part?”
“Hmmm… uhu… yes, those are good questions. No, there is no danger to his little penis. By the way, I don’t refer to a penis the size of his as a ‘dick’ or ‘cock.’ And what he does with you is not properly ‘fucking,’ so I woulnd’t use that term either. My husband has a 9” cock, and he properly fucks me till I squirt. Steve has a little penis and occasionally has a bit of intercourse with you that doesn’t satisfy you in the slightest. Do you see the difference? Vocabulary matters. That said, no there is no risk to Steve’s penis. After a year or so, it might shrink a bit more and we might need to size down his chastity cage, but that’s no problem.”
“Great. Glad that is clear. I’ll send you the link when I’m off the phone here. I think the small size will be the right one. He isn’t down to extra small territory quite yet. The second prescription is more orgasms for you, and it might mean less for him. For the sake of your continued and growing pleasure, and him learning his proper place and submitting his sexuality to yours completely, I want you to observe a ‘orgasm ratio.’ What I mean by that is that for X number of orgasms you have, he gets to have one. I recommend starting at 4 to 1, meaning, once he makes you cum four times, he gets to cum once. This is guaranteed to make him more attentive to you and your needs--both sexually and far beyond sexually. And, of course, the chastity cage will ensure he isn’t cheating and breaking the ratio. Any questions on this? .... Good question. I suppose it isn't’ fair that you get to cum four times as often as he does, but, so what? It is isn’t a fair world. But the benefit for him is far beyond just sex; he’ll become a more devoted husband and grow in his enjoyment of your pleasure. So, it is an enormous gain for you in the sexual arena, and a significant gain for him in the relational arena--which is also a win for you. Ultimately, this is about what will help you the most, and I’m very confident these two prescriptions working together will reap many rewards for you and your marriage.”
Dr. White hung up and ignored me while she found and texted the link to Sarah. Next, she texted the link to Morgan and Nurse Donna. Turning to them, she said, “Donna, please add this prescription and the link to Steve’s medical file. Note that we are starting with the Small cage. Morgan, you should also send that link to Mrs. Gallagher for discussion in your class.” Finally, Dr. White turned to me: “Any questions, Steve?”
My little penis was still throbbing, so I clearly was not very distubred by the conversation I just listened in on. “I...uh...well, just one: What about the gym showers? Can Sarah remove the cage before I go to the gym?” “Good question,” responded Dr. White. “The cage is made from stainless steel, so the water won’t hurt it.” “Um...but it’ll be...weird...for me to be in the open shower that way.” “Ah, yes. That’s up to Sarah. If she wants to be kind and remove the cage part, she can. Or she can leave it on. Just make sure you always wear the base, even if she removes the cage for something like the gym shower.”
“Lastly,” Dr. White went on, “I’m going to refer you to a dermatologist I trust...Dr. Carson. He will check your skin for any issues and give you guidance on caring for your little penis while it is in the cage for extended periods of time. I’ll make sure he gets the key to remove the cage when you have your appointment with him.” “Uh, um, ok…” I stammered. I clearly didn’t mind being exposed to all these powerful women, but a man? Removing my chastity cage and guiding me on caring for my penis? That was going to be new territory for me.
Dr. White stuck out her hand for me to shake it. “I’m so glad you found me and picked me to be your Primary Care Physician. I think this is going to be an enjoyable and beneficial relationship all around.” My hard little penis bobbed as I shook her hand, and she turned around, walked out the door, and left it wide open.
“Do you think your penis is going to get soft any time soon?” asked Morgan. I shook my head side to side. “I don’t think so,” I said. “Well, maybe next time,” she said. “Nice to meet you, Steve. It’ll be great to discuss your case with my classmates and professor.” “You can get dressed and stop by the reception desk on your way out,” said Nurse Donna. With that, they both walked out, leaving me naked, with an erection, and the door wide open.
I got dressed, very confident that the erection was going nowhere, and wondered if Sarah would give me a handjob or if we were starting the orgasm ratio treatment right away. Either way, I’d call it a win-win situation.
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