F*ck Away the Pain

-Jorel-

I was warned that this would happen, everyone I know told me it would happen, but I didn't listen. My masturbation addiction has finally bit me in the ass.

I went to the doctor earlier today because I am having an embarrassing issue that's been going on for about three days now. I can't cum...

Everything else is fine. I still get the feelings, and I can get hard, but it seems like no matter what I do, I can't find any relief and cum. It's been building up and my dick is in a pattern of hardening and softening following a consistent ache. 

I decide that enough is enough last night when I spent almost an hour jerking off. The only thing I manage to achieve is a sore wrist. I didn't sleep at all. 

The doctor I saw two hours earlier ruled out any blockage or other issues that would cause such an issue. In fact, he doesn't know what the exact issue is and his team referred and made me an appointment with a specialist in town. Dr. Daniel Murillo. 

When I was in the waiting room that looks like something that the 1980's threw together, complete with the massive aquarium filled with different breeds of fish, I take a look at the reviews on multiple sites about this man and his practice. Over 100 male users mostly say that he's a miracle worker in a white coat. It all sounds pretty promising to me. 

The room I am brought to isn't the usual medical exam room. The bed is not the leather surface with the 1 ply paper cover, instead it's a flat wide memory foam pad with pillows and a blanket. The room itself looks similar to a bedroom, with the exception of vital machines, a few other  weird unknown looking machines with tubes, a sharps container, and a medical quality sink. 

Weird but okay. Score one for comfort. 

Here I am sitting on the side of the bed. I am bare naked under the soft cotton pull over gown. I sigh anxiously as I look down at my phone. I got a text from Charlie:

Heya Pup! Where the fuck are ya? Johnny boy and I have been waitin' for ya for the past five mins at the bar!

Fuck. That's right. I forgot that I was supposed to meet them at Jerry's Pub right now for drinks. I had been advised before this appointment to steer clear of alcohol and weed as it may alter the treatment. God, what a perfect asshole I am. I text back:

Hey. I'm so sorry, guys. I'm at a specialist appointment. Start chugging without me and I'll be there in about an hour or so.

I sigh again. I guess the bright side of this whole situation is that whether this appointment goes well or not, at least I get to down Jack Daniel's with my friends after. It's equivalent to a child being promised ice cream cone after a vaccine. 

A loud knock at the wooden door snatches my attention. I clear my throat.

"C-Come in." I say nervously.

My heart stops for a moment seeing a beautiful tall blond tattooed man walk in the room. He's in a white doctor's coat. The silver plated name tag reads in black letters and the plastic badge that hangs from a pride lanyard around his neck reads: Dr. Daniel Murillo.

"Hello, Mr. Decker. I am Dr. Daniel Murillo. I am going to be caring for you today."

He briefly scans his clipboard and looks up at me.

"So, I see that you're having a bit of a issue ejaculating. Can you give me a little more detail?"

My face blushes. I hate that I have this issue. I thought that it was going to go away on it's own, yet again, here we are. 

"Yeah. It's been going on for a few days. I don't know what happened but all of a sudden I just can't find relief. The other night I was self pleasing myself after watching some videos my friend sent me. I got hard and everything. All was going like usual but when it came to finish, nothing came out. I tried again after some time and the same thing happened. I gave in last night and decide to see my doctor."