Collection Day Chapter 2
It’s been a month since I had my first semen sample collected by Dr. Camellia Rodriguez. The experience was something I never predicted to have when she gave me a milking handjob forcing me to orgasm and cum in the pail she used to collect the sample. After the session, I was instructed to come back next month for a more intense collection because I opted to participate in because I have high testosterone in the form of a research project the clinic and a sperm donation clinic were conducting together.
I ended up giving her a phone call and I was told to come to her place at 8pm on Friday. She would write off at the clinic that I showed up that way we can have a more private session. I agreed and we would have another meetup and she gave me her address.
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I follow her address through my phone’s map. It’s not very far, only 20 minutes away from my college apartment. I navigate the streets of the city and urban neighborhoods as the navigator instructs me on where to go and turn. It eventually leads me up to a town home in a quiet neighborhood overlooking the main area of the city on top of the hill. The sun has almost set in this Autumn evening as I pull up behind a silver Honda Civic in the driveway. I put my car in park and walk up to the door dressed in my button up shirt and clean jeans as I wasn’t sure if this would be more like a date or a hookup. I rap on the door and wait patiently. A few seconds later, the door opens and I’m greeted to the sight of Dr. Rodriguez dressed in a modest, black dress exposing most of her legs and a little bit of her cleavage.
“Hi.” I greet.
“How are you doing, Ross?” She invites me in.
I follow in and kick my shoes off. “Doing alright, you?”“Just fine.” She comes to face me.
Our lips briefly meet gently.
She begins walking into her well lit kitchen and I follow her.
“Have you eaten anything?” She asks.
“No actually.” I admit.
“Great. I just finished up a chicken pasta if you want to take a seat.” She offers.
“You’ve outdone yourself.” I claim.
“I always welcome any guests with hospitality.” She carries over a bowl of pasta.
I see her fill two glasses with ice water and brings them back handing one to me.
“Thank you.” I take a sip.
She sits down across from me and I examine the plate with the napkin on top of it and the silverware next to it.
“Ladies first.” I hold my hand open to the pasta.
She smiles and takes the serving spoon setting a few servings of the penne alfredo and chicken pieces.
I take my turn and get a decent serving up on mine putting my napkin in my lap as I drink down my water. After the both of us take down a few bites, we begin to talk.
“So have you been in good health?” She questions.
“Yeah. Just fine.” I wipe my mouth with the napkin.
“I was looking over your results. It’s unbelievable how high your testosterone is.” She explains.
“I guess that’s what you ask for when I come from a family of masculine men and I’m in my physical prime.” I assume.
“Your family has a history of high t?” She asks.“Don’t know for sure but my dad sports an awesome beard he’s maintained for years and is always having to shave his whole body constantly so I guess he does have it.” I explain.
“That could be why.” Camellia guesses.“How about you? Have you ever had a hormone check?” I ask.
“Have I?” She quizzes.
“Yes.” I confirm.“I have. I’ve got high serotonin. While it makes me a happier person, it opens me up to risk taking which I guess rings true because I have a patient of mine eating dinner with me I met at the clinic and the first thing I did was get him off.” She smiles.
I laugh. “Sounds about right. Have you always liked doing stuff like that?”
“It’s a long story.” She claims. “We can both agree I’m in a high percentile for looks in a non boastful way, correct?”“Yeah.” I explain.
“Okay so when I was in high school and college, because of my looks, any boyfriends I had basically just got an ego boost from my looks making me a trophy girlfriend which often caused them to be bratty and loud mouthed so I just want them to shut up so I guess that it made its way into my sex life as well.” She explains.
“Shut up and let me do the work, right?” I ask.“Yeah.” Camellia affirms.
“So are you into like femdom?” I question.
“I mean yeah but not like the crazy stuff. Everyone’s seen femdom porn, right?” She asks.
“Right.” I agree.
“I’m not going to be a brat who thinks men are inferior and only cares for her pleasure while being sadistic as hell.” She explains. “I just want to be in charge.”
“Makes sense. Ever since you decided this, how has your dating life been from it?” I ask.“Well, I’m 26 years old, not married and single so take a guess.” She takes a bite of her pasta.
“Not good.” I finish.
She nods.
“So what made you decide you wanted to be a sexologist?” I ask.
“Sex is just interesting in general plus you get to help people with some of their most crucial moments of their lives.” She describes.
“Sex doesn’t leave your mind much, does it?” I prod.
“No.” She laughs.
I giggle with her, too.
“I’m the same.” I add.
“Well, you’re lucky because you’ve got the best looks so you sometimes can do something about it.” She claims.
“I guess so. I didn’t lose my virginity until about a year ago.” I explain.
“What?” She asks.
“Yeah but I may be having too much sex now with the college hookups.” I assume.
“How many hookups have you had?” She questions.
“I’ll tell you my number of sex partners if you tell me yours.” I stammer.
“Okay, seven.” She claims.
“Not bad. About one every year since you were 18.” I claim.
“I lost my virginity when I was 17.” She announces.
“I’ve got a dozen.” I retort.
“Dang. A lot in just a year or so.” She believes.
“Pretty much.”
We finish our meal in silence and I down my water.
“So, what now?” I ask.
“Let me show you.” She gets up and grabs my hand in her’s.
I follow her down the hallway to a room right next to the master bedroom. Camellia leads me into the room where she turns the lights on.
I’m greeted to an intricate and intimidating sight. The room is empty and dark except for a table at the back of the wall. A few feet next to it, is an examination table with a bright, white light glowing over it. It’s just like a gynecologist table. It’s white colored with two leg mounts out in front of it and then to the main frame with several, heavy duty leather straps over the main part of the chair and a split section off to the side for the arms and towards the shoulders. To the right of the table is a wheeled cart. On the bottom shelf connected to an electric socket in the wall is a box, vacuum diaphragm pump rather large in size. I follow the main line up to a closed bucket. It looks like a classic surge milker. The top of the bucket breaks into several line and wires connections. I follow them up to a fancy looking cylinder positioned over the exam table held up by bungee cords with a latex liner in it.
“Camellia, you literally plan to milk my sample?” I ask her.
“That’s doctor for you.” She spanks my ass.
I look up the funny looking cylinder admiring it. I then look to Camelia as she sits in the doorway.
“Well, are you ready?” She asks.
“I guess.” I walk over to get a closer look at it.
“It won’t hurt, I promise.” She comes over to me and rubs my back
“Okay.” I accept. “You do this often?”
“I used to have a sub but he had to move.” She explains.
“Ah.” I state.
“You are to now follow my instructions, understand?” She clarifies.
“Yes, doctor.” I agree.
“Good. Take your clothes off.” She orders.
I follow her command and I strip off my shirt, jeans, and slide my boxers off as I stand naked with a semi erect cock extending outwards.
Camellia grabs something under the table and brings it to me to find it’s some funny looking, hard plastic harness.
“Step into it.” She sets it down and I see the open leg portion.
I do and she begins to slowly slide it up. The belt portion rubs my cock up then it pops out in a narrow, open slot.
Camellia goes back behind me and tightens the funny harness to skin tight temporarily losing my breathe. “Now up on the table.”
I follow with her order and I get up in position.
My heart begins to pound as she begins to fasten several restraints on my arms and wrists. She then moves down over my torso as several straps come up and tighten in the belts. I begin to shiver as she ties down my thighs and the bottom and top of my knees on the mounts.
“Perfect.” She says. “I’ll be back in a second.”
She shuts the door behind me as she walks out leaving me bound to the table and rock hard. I shudder in my bondage as my cock goes ridgid with blood. I’m scared of what she may do to me when she comes back even if she does.
About five minutes later, the door opens and I’m greeted to the sight of Camellia wearing the same scrubs I saw her in at the clinic. I watch her as she goes over to the table and she puts on a pair of latex gloves and comes back with a bottle of lube. She pours a little on her hands and begins rubbing them together.
“Won’t the lube mix with the cum, doctor?” I ask her.
“It shouldn’t.” She says. “I’m putting a second fluid trap on the milker for the first part of the milking.”
“First part?” I ask.
She takes one hand and rubs some of her fingers inside the cylinder and the other wraps up in my cock making me shake.
“I need to get a good load out of you. I can’t if I don’t tease you and keep you on edge for several minutes as your semen builds up.” She explains.
I groan at her words.
She finishes lubing my sensitive cock up and the cylinder and then goes back to the table. She brings back a big can of some shape and I watch as she moves to my left and attaches it to one of the lines of the surge milker. She finishes tightening it to the line and then comes back over to me by my side looking down on me.
“You good?” She asks.
“Yeah.” I accept barely able to say it with my pounding heart and racing mind.“Good.” She then takes the cylinder and slides it on my cock putting it in the slot. I see why there’s a slot now because the cylinder won’t move.
Camellia walks over to the milking machine as I stare up at the white light.
“It’ll be a long time before I let you cum so enjoy it.” She explains.
I groan.
“I’m turning it on.” She informs.
I hear her mess with something plasticy and then I hear a switch flip. The vacuum begins to whirr quietly and I hear something clicking inside the bucket.
Suddenly, I feel my cock slide deeper inside the machine. It becomes enveloped as it slowly glides in accompanied by the warm lube and the latex surrounding it. I watch as I see it turn color from the blood flow and the pump begins working. It’s too slow. My cock only slides painfully slow deep into it then being let go. I won’t be able to cum like this. It’s forcing me to stay aroused but not pleasuring me.
“This is where I’m keeping you for 55 minutes. I’ll give you the last five to cum.” I hear Camellia say.
I look over to the sound to see a vacuum gauge in front of my face held by her hand and purple painted fingernails . It thumps between 150 and 200 mmhg on each cycle. Not nearly enough. It’s way too slow at maybe only 15 cycles a minute.
I moan as I fight the bondage as I watch my cock forced inside the milking machine being edged just ever so little but not letting me go flaccid. It just holds it there as it slides gracefully in slowly then let out slowly accompanied by the lubing sensation and the latex walls stimulating it keeping the blood flowing through it and rubbing all around it ever so slow and gently with a finesse of the warm lubing and tight latex around it.
“Ahhh!” I yell.
Camellia grabs a chair from the table and sits down to the right of me adjacent to my face.
“Come on, baby. Just give it a while.” She soothes in her pleasant voice.
“I need to get a good sample out of you so you need to build up to get a decent collection.” She adds.
“You know you want to cum. You can’t for now.” She claims.
Her word jutter down my spine making me groan.
“Yes, doctor.” I barely agree.
I lose any sense of time as the machine continues to torment and edge me. Camellia continues to say things into my ear as the machine continues to work. I moan, groan, fight the bondage, and beg for the vacuum to be increased or taken off but Camellia is relentless with the machine keeping me right on my arousal point unable to edge as the lukewarm lube gently keeping my cock free to move inside the cylinder as the latex wraps around it stuck in the vacuum pulling it in and out at a decelerated pace.
Finally, 55 minutes. 55 brutal, long, agonizing minutes finish that feel like hours with the sound of an alarm on Camellia’s phone and she gets up and walks over to the machine. She shuts it off for a moment as she takes the first fluid trap off then reconnects it to the other one.
“You’re getting five minutes to cum so you better use it.” She orders.
“Yes, doctor.” I barely get out.
“The milking machine will get every last drop of your cum.” She demands.
I just grunt against her.
The lines come back together and she turns the pump back on and it is a lot louder then what it was.
It’s much more brutal and powerful. I look at the gauge sat next to my head and it reads nearly 800mmhg between suctions. I feel a near extreme pain as my cock is vacuumed relentlessly inside and out back and forth at nearly a cycle a second stretching it out and only bringing more sensitivity and a rigid erection into it. I moan and groan in the pain and pleasure as my tormented cock is subjected to an extreme milking. It’s not even a minute in and I’m way too close to orgasm.
Surprised, I feel a humongous contraction under my cock and my balls attempt to retract into my skin. I look up at the milking cylinder as my red and oversensitive cock is pulled deep inside the milker and pulled back out. I can feel it and I feel my cock sputter and jet. Suddenly, the pain and pleasure keep mixing and mingling in my mind and I feel what is almost like a massive explosion in my head as my cock injects a massive amount of cum into the milking machine.
I fight my bondage to the table with all of my brute strength and moan as my cock starts spraying several, full shots forced into the milking machine stuck inside the milking cylinder as it travels up in heavy amounts of white semen into the fluid trap; yelping at each shot.
“Well done, Ross!” Camellia rubs on my chest.
I moan in response as my cock tries to fall limp from the massive orgasm as the milker gets the last few drops out of me.
“Oww. Oww.” I say in response as I feel nothing but pain now as the milker tortures my dried up dick.
Camellia gets up and walks over to the vacuum machine cutting it off. My cock stops mid cycle in the cylinder and Camellia pulls the cylinder out of the harness I’m strapped in. My cock falls out limp, red, oversensitive, enlarged, and wet from a combination of fluids. I begin to drift back into reality as I fall from my orgasm cloud and realize how sore I am but feel so much of a glow.
“Good job. That’s a great sample you gave me.” Camellia claims.
“Thank you, doctor.” I thank her.
She unhooks the fluid trap and carries it over to me for me to examine. Almost 12 milliliters of cum had been milked and forced out of me for Camellia’s collection and disposal.
“I’m going to go put this in the fridge then let you go.” She explains.
“Okay.” I accept.
She then puts her hands on the sides of my neck and gently smooches my lips.
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