Here to Help

Blue balls is a painful and unpleasant condition. Luckily, it's easily remedied.

Tags: female, male, doctor, blue-balls, masturbation, joi, jerk-off-instructions.

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George had had enough. His family wasn't medically inclined, thinking their deity could fix all problems. He'd had this constant, aching pain in his testes for weeks now. Every time he got an erection. And his family had refused to bring him to the doctor's, thinking that a few prayers would help.

They hadn't. So George had booked an appointment with a doctor-Dr Clover-behind his family's back and had come here. He told the receptionist who he was here to see and signed a book to declare he'd arrived. Then he sat down and waited.

And waited.

...And waited.

He got a drink from the water cooler.

...

And waited.

...

He put the empty cup in the bin.

And wai-

"George Smith?" A female voice asked, exiting a door to his front-left. The voice's source was quite tall, with light brown skin, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She wore a white doctor's coat and a black knee-length skirt with stockings and black heels. A very red-skinned middle-aged woman also stepped out but headed for the receptionist, putting some kind of cream into her handbag.

Wordlessly, George stood up and followed the Doctor into her room. It wasn't small, but not large either. However, as there was only a desk, a computer, 4 chairs and a bed with a screen, nothing felt cramped.

"So George, I'm Dr Lillian Clover." She held out a hand and George shook it with a smile. He didn't need to introduce himself, though. "Would you like to take a seat and tell me what the problem is?"

George began to explain, trying to keep his voice calm. "Well, about 3 weeks ago I started having this aching pain in my testicles. It only happens when I get an erection, so I didn't think it was much to worry over. But it hasn't stopped. It's almost like clockwork."

Dr Clover asked "Has the pain gotten worse?"

"No."

"And it happens every time you get an erection?"

"Yes."

"I think I know what the issue is, but I'll need a look. Hop onto the bed and let me take a look at you."

George blushed slightly. A woman seeing his penis? This wasn't- It didn't- Um...

Dr Clover noticed his redness and smiled. "Don't worry, George; I see male genitalia all the time. It's no different to a dentist seeing the inside of someone's mouth." She pulled on some blue latex gloves as she spoke.

"Seriously?" George asked, still a bit self-conscious.

"Very seriously." Dr Clover answered, dropping her smile in an instant to make it clear she wasn't joking.

Feeling a little less insecure now, George got onto the bed and unbuttoned his chords. Dr Clover's smile came back as quickly as it has vanished. The young man slid his chords down to his ankles and took one of the legs out, spreading to give the doctor a better look.

Doctor Clover gently took hold of his testes, tracing her finger over the blue lines inside. She studied his sack with careful eyes and even more careful hands, analyzing every detail as if committing it to memory. A few seconds passed before she gently dropped his sack and arose from under him. "No doubt. Epididymal hypertension." she told him.

"Epidermal what?"

"Eh-pee-did-a-mal hyper-tension." She said slowly. "It's more commonly known as blue balls."

"Um..." George thought about where he could have heard the term. "Nope, still no idea."

Dr Clover smiled understandingly. "When was the last time you masturbated, George?"

He felt himself turn bright red. "N-never..."

"That explains it." She sighed. "Well, if you have an erection but don't orgasm, the blood flowing into your penis can pool into your testicles, causing the swelling. It's not serious-it won't burst or anything. But if you don't orgasm, it can be pretty painful and achey."

"So I need to ma-mas..." He felt himself go redder.

"Yes. Don't worry: I'll talk you through it." The doctor smiled. She walked over to a cabinet and took out a bottle. She studied the ingredients for a second or two before nodding and walking over to George. "Hold your dominant hand out."

George offered his left hand and she squirted two loads of the liquid onto his palm. "Now what?" he asked.

"Rub the lube all over your shaft. Every inch." The doctor indicated his shaft as she spoke.

"Aren't you going to-"

"No; I'm not licensed for that kind of thing. I could get fired, or arrested." She crossed her arms and her tone was slightly firmer.

George rubbed the lube across the length and width of his flaccid penis. It was cold, and extremely slippery. It didn't take long to cover it all.

"Good. Now, I need you to get an erection." Dr Clover told him.

George raised an eyebrow "How do I do that?"

"Let your imagination run free." The doctor waved an arm through the air at the last word. "Think about what you like."

"Think about what I like? But I don't watch anything like that..."

"So you've never seen a pair of breasts or anything?"

"N-no..."

"Well... this isn't exactly covered in what I'm licensed to do, but... Oh, screw it." The doctor unbuttoned her coat all the way downwards before slipping it down her arms. She hoisted her shirt over her arms, displaying a clear pair of large breasts in a push-up bra. She reached behind her and a second later the bra fell to the floor, her breasts flopping out, slapping lightly against her skin. "George, I want you to fix your eyes on my breasts and start stroking. Slow, steady strokes. Make use of the lube."

"O-okay..." George started stroking gently, but keeping a firm grip on his shaft. It felt strange, but in a good way. He wasn't sure what else he should be doing though.

Dr Clover suddenly switched to a seductive, low voice. "Now, imagine what I could do for you. Would you like these plump, fat breasts wrapped around your shaft, stroking you instead?"

There was a pause, during which her words crept into George's ears and latched to his brain as he stroked. Feeling her breasts massaging him would be amazing... They looked so soft and so plump...

"Maybe you'd like my lips around your tip? My tongue licking up your slit, tasting your precum?"

Another pause. He rubbed his tip as she mention her tongue licking up it and felt his inner pleasure spike.

"Or perhaps my hand stroking you fast while you suck on my puffy, brown nipple?"

George didn't even realize he'd sped up his stroking until he started to feel something strange inside. Something like pressure building up...

George moaned "Ah... Doctor, I feel-"

"Like you're about to burst?"

"Yes!"

"Don't stop for a second."

"Unh!" George grunted out loud as he kept stroking rapidly. "Doctor... Keep talking..."

Dr Clover instantly turned back to the low, seductive voice. "Imagine my plump lips wrapped around your shaft, sucking you deeply, my tongue circling the head rapidly as I massage your lower half with my soft, smooth hand-"

As he stroked, a surge of bliss shot through George, originating from his penis. He cried out loud in answer "Ah! Aaaaaaahhhh..." He felt his shaft pulse four times and white ropes of semen shot forwards, all landing on the floor as Dr Clover had stepped to the side.

"Very good, George. The erection should go down shortly." Dr Clover told him warmly, grabbing a tissue. "Now, to stop the pain happening again, you'll need to start masturbating regularly. Once every two days should do it."

"Okay Doctor... But it might be a bit difficult. The only PC at home is in the living room, so I can't use it..."

"Do your parents check your phone?" Dr Clover wiped the semen from the floor in three swift strokes and put the tissue in the bin.

"No." George could already see where this was going.

"Take a couple of pictures then. Don't get my face, though." Dr Clover unzipped her skirt, placed a leg on her chair and put her arms behind her head. The action seemed to lift her breasts upwards, making them protrude more.

George pulled his chords and boxers back up and took his phone. Ignoring the message from his father about buying some more milk and bacon, he opened his camera and took photos: one of her plump, full breasts. She lifted up her skirt at the front and he took one of her black thong. Then he took a portrait of everything below her neck. He made sure to save all of them into a new folder, separate from his other images.

"Now, I have other patients to attend to. I hope you learned something important today, George." Dr Clover began to redress, smiling.

George exited the room with a stupid grin etched on his face. He felt as if a huge sandbox full of toys had opened. He made a silent vow to start studying more about sex and sexuality in the local library. He had a lot of things to catch up on. Maybe he should start now...

A Lesson in Diplomacy

Westend's new prince finds that being a royal heir has it's benefits.

Tags: westend, prince, queen, exploration, foot-worship, cunnilingus, titjob, paizuri
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Shaun Xanderson. With flowing light brown locks, sapphire blue eyes and a toned body, he had the looks of an angel. His dress sense wasn't to sneeze at either; teaming a dark blue tunic with a golden trim alongside a black pair of trousers and shoes, the laces dyed the colour of midnight. Perhaps most importantly, he was scion of the Xanderson bloodline, and the new Prince of Westend.

Since his younger brother had flown the coop, things had gone downhill for the eldest Xanderson brother. First, his father took ill with a fever unlike any the healers had seen. Over the next 3 years, the father had spent most of the noble family's fortune on possible cures from the alchemist, to no avail. They'd been barely surviving bankruptcy. It was a fortnight ago that he'd finally succumbed to his illness and died. Neither Shaun nor his mother Heather had shed many tears.

The mother and son were near-penniless and on the verge of becoming one of the working class. For most noble houses, exile or death was preferable. But King Thomas had stepped in and asked Ms Xanderson for her hand in marriage. Shaun wasn't sure if he'd done it out of altruism or because of mutual gain. He and his mother got a new place to live in and the King, who was both a widower and childless, got an heir.

The new family had just finished their midday dinner and were each sitting in their thrones. The King and Queen's throne was a bench; neither one of them ruled the kingdom alone, so they never sat far away from their consort. Few words were exchanged between the three of them.

A messenger stepped through the huge doors, followed by an unfamiliar face. "King Thomas of Westend, I hereby present Queen Danith of Beldasurt."

Queen Danith was a tall yet voluptuous woman with skin as brown as coffee. She wore an ankle-length satin dress coloured creamy white and cut at the sides after her waist so she could walk easily. She wore equally coloured sandals and a glass tiara with a single amber gemstone inside.

The Sands of Belwether was a huge desert to the south of Westend, and the only settlement inside was Beldasurt. It was, however, a huge settlement, covering around 15% of the sands and dunes. The people who lived there prospered easily thanks to their glass trade, the lack of predators in the desert and the oasis their ancestors had settled around. Belwether was the first King, and nobody had though of a better name for the huge expanse.

"Well, it's true. You took another wife." The Queen told the King, wearing an approving smile.

"Mutual gain, Danith. Maybe a little pity added in." The King smiled back. "I somehow doubt you're here to discuss my relationship choices, though."

"Oh, but I am. After all, there is something important to discuss, my King. Our monthly adventures."

"Ah." The King blushed slightly but maintained his composure. "I am sorry, Danith. But now that I have a new wife, I cannot indulge you further."

"Well, I wouldn't want to make your new Queen uncomfortable." She gave a slight bow to Heather "Besides, I find that your newest heir is even more handsome than you."

"W-what?" Shaun stammered. 'Monthly escapades'? 'Indulge' her? What did they mean?

"Ah..." The King looked slightly regretful as he answered "Shaun is not experienced in that kind of diplomacy, Queen Danith."

Danith answered confidently. "I can ease him into it."

Unable to hold himself back, Shaun interjected. "I'd appreciate it if you'd stop talking about me like I wasn't sitting here."

"Sorry, son." The King told him kindly. "But this... Well..." he allowed himself a sigh "I'm not sure this is a matter for you to be involved in."

"Will it serve the kingdom?" Shaun asked.

He shifted in his seat. "Erm... sort of. Queen Danith would consider it a private favour."

"Then I'll do it." Shaun answered instantly, standing up. "There's no power that comes without responsibility. And by marrying my mother, you have given me a lot of power."

"Hmm." The King's face showed both surprise and approval. "Maybe I was wrong about your maturity. If you're sure about this, head to the royal guest bedchambers. Queen Danith will join you there shortly, after we have discussed slightly more serious matters."

Shaun still wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but as he walked up the 2 flights of stairs to the royal guest bedchamber, an idea was forming in his head. He just hoped he was wrong. Queen Danith wasn't far behind him: she arrived in the chamber merely a minute after he did.

She closed and locked the door behind her, speaking in a slightly commanding tone "Turn around, Prince Shaun. And don't look back until I tell you to." Shaun obliged her and there was a few seconds of rustling. He crossed his fingers. "You can look now."

The prince turned around and his heart skipped a beat. Her curvy body was almost entirely bare. Her full breasts pushed upwards inside a purple lacy bra. Her nethers were covered only by a thin lacy thong. Her thighs pressed tightly against each other. She shook her plump rear side to side as she walked towards him. The sight was mesmerizing.

"Well? Aren't you going to show me what you're hiding too?" She smiled lightly.

"Um... Queen Danith? This wasn't the kind of diplomacy I was taught how to practice." Shaun blushed deeply. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, though. He was worried it'd turn out to be this: he had no idea how to please a woman. And if he messed up...

"Relax-I can teach you." she seemed to read his thoughts. "For now, you can just explore me. With your hands, your mouth, and your tongue." Danith sat down on the bed. "Every woman is different. What might entice me will repulse another woman. So strip off and come find what gets my forge roaring."

After taking off his shoes, trousers, tunic and undershorts rather quickly, the prince sat next to her on the bed. His hands hovered awkwardly as he tried to pick his first place. It wouldn't be her rear or breasts-she wasn't warmed up enough. Her arms didn't seem like a good option either. Her thighs, maybe... Yes, that sounded like the best place to start.

His hand rested on her thigh and he lightly massaged it. It felt so plump, and her skin was soft as silk. He gave her a slight squeeze, and her hand rested on top of his. She leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Because you're new to this, I'll give a hint: you're closer than you think to a sweet spot, and I don't mean my nether lips." she informed him with a wink.

That either meant her stomach or her shins. He doubted it was the latter, so he moved his hands upwards and massaged her lower torso and abdomen. His hand ran over her smooth skin gently.

But she showed little reaction, merely keeping up her smile. So the stomach wasn't what she meant. So it was her shins? He got off the bed, knelt in front of her and his hands moved downwards to her lower leg. He even planted a kiss on her kneecap.

Danith told him "Getting warmer, Prince..."

Barely believing his ears but out of other options, the prince took her right foot in his hands. She giggled and wiggled her toes "There you go. Don't be shy. Give it a squeeze. Or a kiss if you feel like it."

Shaun wasn't sure how feet could be a turn on for her, but he knew better than to ask. His hands curved around it, squeezing gently. He ran his hand down the top from her pivot to her toes. Her foot felt as soft as the rest of her skin-even the sole. Her soft sighs as he caressed her foot inspired him to go further.

He got an idea that slightly repulsed him, but he knew that Danith would like it. After swallowing his pride, Shaun wrapped his lips around her two biggest right toes and sucked gently. Her very slight moan of pleasure was exactly what he wanted to hear. He sucked a little more, and the Queen sounded her appreciation.

"Mmm... Hold still a second, Prince." She requested, shuffling slightly forwards. She lifted her left foot up and placed the ball on his nose, using her hands to balance herself on the bed. "Breathe it in..." she whispered sensually. "Breathe in through your nose..."

He sniffed her foot, and to his surprise he found that he liked the smell. It was piquant, and inexplicably... seductive. He took another sniff, deeper than the first, and her toes wiggled slightly. The Queen gave a slightly girlish giggle in answer as he began to breathe only through his nostrils, sniffing deeply.

"It would seem that you're getting hard from sniffing my feet." Danith teased. "Aren't you a good little subby Prince?" He felt her left foot lift from his nose and place itself in his hands. He instantly began to squeeze and rub it. Her right foot didn't move from his mouth, for he'd resumed his toe-sucking. He'd even moved on to sucking 3 of her toes now-he couldn't get enough of feeling them wiggle on his tongue.

Shaun was surprised; he was enjoying this. He actually liked massaging Danith's feet. Licking and sucking her toes. The taste, the smell, the way they wiggled and curled in answer to his treatment; all gave him a miniature rush of pleasure. Maybe he wasn't as dominant as he liked to think...

The Queen again seemed to read his mind. "Don't worry, Prince. This doesn't make you any less of a man. Quite the opposite, if you ask me. It takes a real man to admit he's not the dominant type. Besides, for your first time, you're proving yourself very good at this." she smiled warmly.

He tried to smile back, but he'd begun sucking all 5 of Danith's toes, so it wasn't easy. Her little laugh told him she got the idea though. "Oh, Prince Shaun? If you want to stop at any point, just say 'mercy' and I'll stop whatever I'm doing." She spoke with much more seriousness suddenly. "Your comfort comes before my pleasure. You understand me?"

She pulled her foot out of his mouth so he could answer. "Yes, Queen Danith. And you can just call me Shaun." He kissed her foot after speaking.

"But why would I? You're a big strong Prince, and you should be addressed as one." she told him half seriously. "Now sweetie, bring that tongue between my thighs..." She opened her legs and lay back. Her nethers were already slightly wet.

Shaun was a little hesitant again. "Queen Danith, I don't know-"

"Then explore again." she interrupted "Just find out what gets the river flowing and go from there."

"O-okay..." Shaun answered. The prince tentatively spread apart the outer walls with his thumbs, giving himself a perfect view of her pink opening. He had absolutely no idea where to even start. The bluntness of the thought made him chuckle nervously. Maybe he should just... guess?

Keeping her lips spread apart with his left hand, his right moved to the topmost slit. It was very small, and Danith let out a squeal of pain as he pushed his finger against it. Okay, so it wasn't there.

His hand moved downwards and tested the other, wider slit. A finger slipped inside, and her legs jerked inwards slightly. He kissed her nether lips and licked, to be greeted with a taste like lemon and lime mixed together, but somehow sweetened. He took his index finger out and pressed his mouth to her opening.

Shaun's tongue began to lick Danith's nethers. Her moans sounded her enjoyment at his actions. He gave slow, steady licks, trying to taste as much of her juices as he could. A quick look to his side revealed that her toes were tightly curled. So he wasn't doing bad, at least.

Backing up to catch his breath, Shaun noticed that Danith's opening had grown a new part on the top: a pink bead the size of a garden pea. He kissed it and she squirmed in answer. So that was her sweetest spot. He smiled to himself and wrapped his mouth around it, his right index and middle finger beginning to working into her entrance.

The prince rapidly flicked the bead with the end of his tongue. He felt Danith's pussy squeezing around his fingers as he pushed them in slightly faster. His left arm had hooked around her leg so he could pull his face deeper into her crotch.

The Queen spoke up through pants and moans. "Ah... You've got-ooh-the technique... but-ah-not the speed-uh..."

The prince paused for a moment. Was he going too fast? He stuck his tongue fully out and licked up the bead slowly, to the very tip of his tongue. Her long shiver of rapture told him all he needed to know.

Shaun pushed into her with his fingers a little faster. But he also continued his paced licking of her bead. She moaned louder and more frequently now. The smell of lemon and lime was getting stronger as she leaked more juices onto his fingers. It drifted into his nostrils and made him strangely hungry, wanting more...

"Keep... going... I'm... close..." Danith moaned loudly, eyes closed.

Shaun kept the rhythm of his licks steady, but his fingers pumped into her tightness faster. Her legs drew closer together and she let out a blissful squeal in answer. He kept it up for a little longer, knowing she wouldn't last much longer-

"Ahhhhhh..." she sighed loudly as her slit squeezed his fingers tightly. The prince felt her juices splash onto them as he pulled his mouth away from her opening.

The prince looked up at the Queen; she was both shaking and sweaty. There was a silence while Danith caught her breath. Shaun slowly pulled his fingers out of her opening and sucked the juices off of them, enjoying the taste. Only after she'd recovered a little did Shaun speak up. "Now what, Queen Danith?" he asked.

She swallowed "Well, much as I'd like to, I sadly can't stay long enough to give you the full treatment. So, I'll let you pick-what would you ask me to get you off with?"

Gods, there were so many options... her feet had smelled and tasted divine... but her rear was so plump... then there was the options of her luscious thighs... yet looking upwards had Shaun making his decision in a blink. "Your breasts, Queen Danith. Please."

"Okay then: sit on the bed. It's my turn to make you cum..." she whispered.

The two lovers traded positions, Danith getting down from the bed and Shaun sitting on the edge of it. Laying down, the prince noticed that his shaft stood straight upwards, as tall and hard as a tree. Danith gave it a teasing kiss and a lick on the slit, coaxing out some of the pre.

Smiling to herself, the Queen lifted her boobs upwards and engulfed Shaun's meat with them, causing him to let out a sigh. They were so soft and warm. Shaun felt like he could just lay there with his shaft between them all day. Although Danith's breasts were large, the tip of Shaun's meat poked out of the top.

Danith lifted her breasts up Shaun's shaft before sliding them back down slowly. She repeated this in a paced rhythm. The feeling was amazing, and she wore a small smile, enjoying the prince's reaction to it. His heart skipped a beat as she bent her head, opening her mouth.

The Queen's lips wrapped around the tip of his shaft and she sucked deeply as her breasts massaged the rest of it. Shaun's moan resounded around the room. She sucked harder in answer, her tongue working the tip in circles. Shaun already felt the familiar feeling growing inside him and knew he was getting close.

"Queen Danith, I'm gonna-"

"Let it out, dear Prince. Let me know how sweet you really are..." she whispered lustfully, now grinding his meat between her melons.

Shaun let out a shout of pleasure as his rapture boiled over. His cock pulsed once, twice, thrice. Danith's breasts were splashed with his seed-mostly the left one, since that was where it had been pointing. Backing up slightly, the Queen scooped up some cum on her finger and sucked it off.

"Delicious." she smacked her lips approvingly, scooping some more up "So Prince Shaun, have we learned anything about diplomacy today?"

"Ye-Yes, Queen Danith..." Shaun panted. He felt like he was floating.

"I didn't think so." Danith laughed to herself after swallowing the rest of his seed. The sight made his limp shaft twitch. "As funny as you look with your eyes like that, it's probably not a good idea for me to go down alone."

"Uh? Um, yes, of course." Shaun sat up and shook his head a bit.

As she pulled her dress back on, Danith asked "Personal question: was that your first orgasm without using your hands?"

"No. One of the house maids took a liking to me shortly after my brother left." Shaun replied, pulling his trousers up. "She had to leave after we nearly went poor, but... well, you get the idea."

Danith's eyebrows raised as she slipped her sandals back on. "You have a brother? I wonder if he's as attentive as you."

"So I did well then?" Shaun asked the tunic he pulled onto his head.

"More than well, sweet prince. I'm half-tempted to ask you to come back home with me." Danith smiled.

"Only half-tempted?" Shaun asked, flirting.

Danith only answered with a cheeky wink and another quick peck on the lips.

As they walked back down to the throne room, Shaun smiled. His mother was Queen of Westend, they weren't going to end up on the streets and now he was the personal toy of the beautiful Queen Danith. For the first time in a while, he felt like everything was all right.