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I was so damn nervous. I don't know if it was desperation or just carnal curiosity that had convinced me to undertake such an endeavor. A friend of mine had done it and promised that even though it didn't pay very well, the experience was well worth it. I swallowed my pride... and entered the Nebruco Sperm Bank.
I looked around the waiting room. I have no idea why but I thought it would be different. You hear stories about places like that and your mind fills with porn posters on the walls and other dirty things. But no. It looked like any other waiting room I had seen in my life. There were a couple of couches, a coffee table, a couple of magazines. They weren't even nudie magazines. Honestly, a part of me felt ripped off. I walked up to the desk. There was a Marion the Librarian looking woman there in a nurses uniform. Her nametag said “Thing 1”.
WTF?
“Can I help you?” She looked up at me with a smile.
“Yeah... um... I want...” I was so nervous. I am still not quite sure why.
“You want to donate?” She asked.
“Yes.” I breathed a sigh of relief now that she had taken that weight off of my chest.
She handed me a clip board with a couple of forms on it.
“Fill these out and sign near the x.”
I took the clip board and sat on one of the couches. The form almost seemed like a job application. It amused me. At one point I heard a door open and I looked up to see a man walking towards the exit from one of the examination rooms. His hair was a little mussed and his face was beat red. He also looked more than a little sweaty. After I finished, I took the forms back to the nurse. She explained to me how much it would pay. I didn't really care. I just wanted the experience of all of it. She was going over the forms when I just had to ask.
“What's with the nametag?”
She giggled for a moment.
“Oh, this was a co-worker's idea. Her son loves Dr. Seuss so we just started doing it. Hers says “Thing 2”.”
“Makes sense” I responded.
“Oh yeah. Just a little fun in the work place.”
She filed the forms away into a drawer in the desk and stood up.
“Follow me, and I will take you to one of the examination rooms.”
“Sure thing.”
I followed her down the hall. I couldn't help staring at her. She had a nice rack, a round butt, Chestnut hair. She would be a real beauty if she lost the glasses. Still, I was beginning to like Thing 1.
We arrived at a door. She handed me a cup. I thought back to what my friend had told me: That, with a little charm, you could get the nurse to masturbate you. I had to try.
“Hey, look. What do I do if I need assistance?”
She shot me a look I couldn't quite decipher. I should have shut up. But I couldn't.
“You know... a hand?”
She stared at me for a moment. It looked like an angry look for a second. Just a second. Then it turned cheerful. The smile returned to her face. She looked me up and down as if undressing me with her eyes.
“Follow me, stud.” I blushed a little as she led me to a different door. She opened it and we walked inside.
This is new...
The room was painted almost like a nursery. Not matching whatsoever with the no-nonsense look of the rest of the building. The walls were painted a bright pink color and painted along the walls were what looked like teddy bears waving feathers about with big smiles on their faces.
“What is this?” I asked.
“We call this the Calming Room.” Thing 1 answered matter of factly.
She pointed to a chair in the center of the room.
“Strip down to your birthday suit and sit in the chair.” She ordered.
After a few moments, I was naked in front of the nurse. She pointed to the chair and I sat down. There was a hole in the center where my privates hung free. Thing 1 came over to me and began strapping my ankles into the posts that acted as legs for the chair. I almost protested but then I thought, Why? What would she do to me that was so terrible? She was a nurse for fuck's sake. I did start to panic a little though, when she lifted my arms above my head and strapped them to a pole a foot and a half above my head.
“Is that all necessary?” I asked, trying to sound calm.
“Yeah. I want to make sure you don't move around too much cause this is gonna get a little intense.” Thing 1 answered. After she had me all situated, she pulled out some kind of phone from her pocket.
“What are you doing?”
“Relax, Darlin.” She dialed a number and pressed the phone to her ear.
“Hey, Thing 2. You got a minute? I have a patient in the Calming Room and need some assistance.” She giggled. “That's right. The Calming Room. Okay, bye.”
She hung up the phone. After about 15 seconds, a second nurse opened the door and came in. So this is Thing 2, I thought. She had jet black hair in a ponytail and piercing green eyes. She closed the door and looked me over.
“Oh yeah...” She said in a somewhat husky voice, “This won't take too long.”
She walked up to me and stopped at my feet. She looked up at Thing 1.
“He signed the forms right?”
“Mhmm,” Thing 1 answered, “He gave full consent.”
“Mmmmm good...” Thing 2 gave me a lusty look. I started to get aroused at the thought of these two woman jacking me off.
Suddenly, I heard the snap of gloves from behind me. I panicked again for a moment but then realized that there was no way for her to get to my ass in this chair. So why the gloves?
“What was that sound?” I asked.
“Gloves.” I heard Thing 1 answer.
“What do you need them for?” I couldn't see her and it was making me nervous. Then I saw Thing two put on a pair of gloves. These weren't normal plastic gloves though. They were... fuzzy. They were pink, fuzzy gloves.
Thing 2 gave me a wink and then took one finger and drew it up my left sole. My toes wiggled. The glove tickled like crazy. I didn't laugh though.
“The two of us get so tired of guys like you coming in here with your pick up lines.” Thing 1 started to explain. “So Thing 2 and I sat down and talked about what we should do about it.”
Thing 2 repeated the finger stroke up and down my left sole and then brought another finger to follow suit on my right sole. I fought back the grin that began to climb onto my face while Thing 1 kept talking.
“It seemed to us that to try to pick up a nurse at a sperm bank was such an immature and childish thing to do. I figured that if a man was gonna act like a baby, then we should treat him like a baby. I asked Thing 2 what she does when her son is bad and she said, what was it, Thing 2?”
“I tickle him.” Thing 2 said as she looked in my eyes for signs of sensitivity. “I pin him down, and I tickle him until he begs me to stop.”
“So, I thought, what a great idea! Let's make a special place to tickle these immature guys. It's not like the guy would be able to complain. Who is he going to tell? Haha.”
Thing 1 stood behind me and placed a fingertip on each of my sides with those damn fuzzy gloves on. The fingers traveled up and down my sides, from my hips to the bottoms of my ribs. It tickled like Hell, but I refused to laugh.
“It always makes me wonder...” Thing 2 began, “Isn't it enough fun for a guy to come in here, jack off, and get paid for it? And even when we bring them in here, the tickling makes them hard as a rock. I mean seriously, look at the boner you're sporting.”
She was right. I hadn't started laughing yet but I was hard as a diamond. What was happening to me?
“I think it's because once boys hit the age where they start masturbating, the only real physical contact they have had with the opposite sex at that point is when a parent or sibling or friend tickles them.” Thing 1 contributed as her fuzzy fingers wandered into my ribs. I snorted to hold back a giggle when they hit. The little fuzzy feelers on the gloves were unbearable, “Oooh, did I hit a nerve? I think that is also why guys are more ticklish when they are horny.” Their mind just makes the connection whether they realize it or not.”
Thing 2 began drawing her fuzzy fingers under my toes. I was gonna break soon if this kept up.
“What is it that you always say to your son when you tickle him? You know, that makes him laugh harder?” Thing 1 asked Thing 2.
“Oh, about the tickle fairies?”
“Yes! Yes, that's it. How does that go again?”
“Well,” Thing 2 cleared her throat and began to tell the story, “ The tickle fairies are mischievous little people that guard the magic forest. Every so often, a brave little boy goes into the forest on a dare, and the fairies snatch him up. They strip him to his underwear and tie him to a tree. Then they tickle him till he goes insane.”
Thing 1 found a spot on my ribs just beneath my underarms that made me squirm a little to the side. She repeated the motion on the other side and got the same reaction. She decided to concentrate on that spot.
“They always use a real light touch too, because their fingers are so small, it's always too much for the poor boy to bear.”
I looked down at Thing 2's gloves. I thought about it. It hit me that the little feelers on the gloves were almost like what a fairie's fingers might be like in terms of size. The image popped in my head of a group of fairies tickling me feet and ribs. I then looked at the walls and saw the Teddy Bears with their feathers and the big smiles. It was too much.
“Hehehe...” A giggle slipped out. Thing 2 gave Thing 1 a wink and Thing 1 leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“You wandered into the forest, Handsome. And the tickle fairies have caught you. Nothing to do but sit there and laugh.”
“Hehehehehhehehehehhehehheheh”
“There we go! That's the way it should be.” Thing 2 said happily. She brought the
gloves up to my knees, tracing circles around them.
“EhehHeHEHHEHEhHehEHehHEHEHEHEHHEHe”
Thing 1 laughed and wiggled her fingers in my underarms.
“HahAHAhAhAHAhaHHAHAhHAhhaHAHAhahhHAhHAHHA”
“Ooooo we got us a real brave boy here, don't we?” Thing 2 observed.
“You bet, Thing 2. And it's true what they say: Brave boys must be punished. Especially when they are ticklish like this one we got here.”
“Oh yes, that's very true. Oh hey! I think I know where he is ticklish.”
Her fingers wiggled against my inner thighs.
“HAHaHAHAEhaheaheAHAHAEHheheHAEhaHeHAHEAHehahAH”
“That IS a good find!”, Thing 1 congratulated, “But I bet his little tummy is a bigger danger zone.”
Her fingers stroked and teased my tummy below my bellybutton, paying special attention to the sides of my tummy. I howled.
“HAHHAHHAHAHHHAEEHAEHEHAEHAHEAHEHAEHHAHEHHEHAHEHAE”
“Oh yeah!? Well I know where he is the MOST ticklish!”
Thing 2 brought her tickly fingers to my balls. The feelers brushed all over the tender flesh.
“NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHAOHADHAHAOHDAHDOHAHDHhHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA GOOOHOHHOHOHOHOHOOHDDDD STOP!!!”
Thing 1 kept one hand on my tummy and used the other to hold the cup near my cock, ready to catch my cum. Tears were rolling down my face.
“We're gonna tickle the cum right out of you!” Thing 2 threatened playfully.
“Oh yes,” Thing 1 agreed, “We're gonna get every last drop. Tickle tickle Stiffy!”
Thing 2 began to run her gloved fingers up and down my cock. I was gonna cum at any second. But she continued the torturous tickling on my balls.
“Coochie coo. The tickle fairies are coming for you... Your number is up, Baby.”
I came into the cup with a scream as the girls kept tickling. After a few moments, they stopped. They smiled at each other and untied me. Thing 1 turned to me.
“I think I am gonna recommend weekly donations. You don't have a problem with that, do you?”
“I nodded no, unable to speak as I was still catching my breath.”
“Awww, how cute!” Thing 2 commented, “He is just tickled pink about it!”
I looked around the waiting room. I have no idea why but I thought it would be different. You hear stories about places like that and your mind fills with porn posters on the walls and other dirty things. But no. It looked like any other waiting room I had seen in my life. There were a couple of couches, a coffee table, a couple of magazines. They weren't even nudie magazines. Honestly, a part of me felt ripped off. I walked up to the desk. There was a Marion the Librarian looking woman there in a nurses uniform. Her nametag said “Thing 1”.
WTF?
“Can I help you?” She looked up at me with a smile.
“Yeah... um... I want...” I was so nervous. I am still not quite sure why.
“You want to donate?” She asked.
“Yes.” I breathed a sigh of relief now that she had taken that weight off of my chest.
She handed me a clip board with a couple of forms on it.
“Fill these out and sign near the x.”
I took the clip board and sat on one of the couches. The form almost seemed like a job application. It amused me. At one point I heard a door open and I looked up to see a man walking towards the exit from one of the examination rooms. His hair was a little mussed and his face was beat red. He also looked more than a little sweaty. After I finished, I took the forms back to the nurse. She explained to me how much it would pay. I didn't really care. I just wanted the experience of all of it. She was going over the forms when I just had to ask.
“What's with the nametag?”
She giggled for a moment.
“Oh, this was a co-worker's idea. Her son loves Dr. Seuss so we just started doing it. Hers says “Thing 2”.”
“Makes sense” I responded.
“Oh yeah. Just a little fun in the work place.”
She filed the forms away into a drawer in the desk and stood up.
“Follow me, and I will take you to one of the examination rooms.”
“Sure thing.”
I followed her down the hall. I couldn't help staring at her. She had a nice rack, a round butt, Chestnut hair. She would be a real beauty if she lost the glasses. Still, I was beginning to like Thing 1.
We arrived at a door. She handed me a cup. I thought back to what my friend had told me: That, with a little charm, you could get the nurse to masturbate you. I had to try.
“Hey, look. What do I do if I need assistance?”
She shot me a look I couldn't quite decipher. I should have shut up. But I couldn't.
“You know... a hand?”
She stared at me for a moment. It looked like an angry look for a second. Just a second. Then it turned cheerful. The smile returned to her face. She looked me up and down as if undressing me with her eyes.
“Follow me, stud.” I blushed a little as she led me to a different door. She opened it and we walked inside.
This is new...
The room was painted almost like a nursery. Not matching whatsoever with the no-nonsense look of the rest of the building. The walls were painted a bright pink color and painted along the walls were what looked like teddy bears waving feathers about with big smiles on their faces.
“What is this?” I asked.
“We call this the Calming Room.” Thing 1 answered matter of factly.
She pointed to a chair in the center of the room.
“Strip down to your birthday suit and sit in the chair.” She ordered.
After a few moments, I was naked in front of the nurse. She pointed to the chair and I sat down. There was a hole in the center where my privates hung free. Thing 1 came over to me and began strapping my ankles into the posts that acted as legs for the chair. I almost protested but then I thought, Why? What would she do to me that was so terrible? She was a nurse for fuck's sake. I did start to panic a little though, when she lifted my arms above my head and strapped them to a pole a foot and a half above my head.
“Is that all necessary?” I asked, trying to sound calm.
“Yeah. I want to make sure you don't move around too much cause this is gonna get a little intense.” Thing 1 answered. After she had me all situated, she pulled out some kind of phone from her pocket.
“What are you doing?”
“Relax, Darlin.” She dialed a number and pressed the phone to her ear.
“Hey, Thing 2. You got a minute? I have a patient in the Calming Room and need some assistance.” She giggled. “That's right. The Calming Room. Okay, bye.”
She hung up the phone. After about 15 seconds, a second nurse opened the door and came in. So this is Thing 2, I thought. She had jet black hair in a ponytail and piercing green eyes. She closed the door and looked me over.
“Oh yeah...” She said in a somewhat husky voice, “This won't take too long.”
She walked up to me and stopped at my feet. She looked up at Thing 1.
“He signed the forms right?”
“Mhmm,” Thing 1 answered, “He gave full consent.”
“Mmmmm good...” Thing 2 gave me a lusty look. I started to get aroused at the thought of these two woman jacking me off.
Suddenly, I heard the snap of gloves from behind me. I panicked again for a moment but then realized that there was no way for her to get to my ass in this chair. So why the gloves?
“What was that sound?” I asked.
“Gloves.” I heard Thing 1 answer.
“What do you need them for?” I couldn't see her and it was making me nervous. Then I saw Thing two put on a pair of gloves. These weren't normal plastic gloves though. They were... fuzzy. They were pink, fuzzy gloves.
Thing 2 gave me a wink and then took one finger and drew it up my left sole. My toes wiggled. The glove tickled like crazy. I didn't laugh though.
“The two of us get so tired of guys like you coming in here with your pick up lines.” Thing 1 started to explain. “So Thing 2 and I sat down and talked about what we should do about it.”
Thing 2 repeated the finger stroke up and down my left sole and then brought another finger to follow suit on my right sole. I fought back the grin that began to climb onto my face while Thing 1 kept talking.
“It seemed to us that to try to pick up a nurse at a sperm bank was such an immature and childish thing to do. I figured that if a man was gonna act like a baby, then we should treat him like a baby. I asked Thing 2 what she does when her son is bad and she said, what was it, Thing 2?”
“I tickle him.” Thing 2 said as she looked in my eyes for signs of sensitivity. “I pin him down, and I tickle him until he begs me to stop.”
“So, I thought, what a great idea! Let's make a special place to tickle these immature guys. It's not like the guy would be able to complain. Who is he going to tell? Haha.”
Thing 1 stood behind me and placed a fingertip on each of my sides with those damn fuzzy gloves on. The fingers traveled up and down my sides, from my hips to the bottoms of my ribs. It tickled like Hell, but I refused to laugh.
“It always makes me wonder...” Thing 2 began, “Isn't it enough fun for a guy to come in here, jack off, and get paid for it? And even when we bring them in here, the tickling makes them hard as a rock. I mean seriously, look at the boner you're sporting.”
She was right. I hadn't started laughing yet but I was hard as a diamond. What was happening to me?
“I think it's because once boys hit the age where they start masturbating, the only real physical contact they have had with the opposite sex at that point is when a parent or sibling or friend tickles them.” Thing 1 contributed as her fuzzy fingers wandered into my ribs. I snorted to hold back a giggle when they hit. The little fuzzy feelers on the gloves were unbearable, “Oooh, did I hit a nerve? I think that is also why guys are more ticklish when they are horny.” Their mind just makes the connection whether they realize it or not.”
Thing 2 began drawing her fuzzy fingers under my toes. I was gonna break soon if this kept up.
“What is it that you always say to your son when you tickle him? You know, that makes him laugh harder?” Thing 1 asked Thing 2.
“Oh, about the tickle fairies?”
“Yes! Yes, that's it. How does that go again?”
“Well,” Thing 2 cleared her throat and began to tell the story, “ The tickle fairies are mischievous little people that guard the magic forest. Every so often, a brave little boy goes into the forest on a dare, and the fairies snatch him up. They strip him to his underwear and tie him to a tree. Then they tickle him till he goes insane.”
Thing 1 found a spot on my ribs just beneath my underarms that made me squirm a little to the side. She repeated the motion on the other side and got the same reaction. She decided to concentrate on that spot.
“They always use a real light touch too, because their fingers are so small, it's always too much for the poor boy to bear.”
I looked down at Thing 2's gloves. I thought about it. It hit me that the little feelers on the gloves were almost like what a fairie's fingers might be like in terms of size. The image popped in my head of a group of fairies tickling me feet and ribs. I then looked at the walls and saw the Teddy Bears with their feathers and the big smiles. It was too much.
“Hehehe...” A giggle slipped out. Thing 2 gave Thing 1 a wink and Thing 1 leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“You wandered into the forest, Handsome. And the tickle fairies have caught you. Nothing to do but sit there and laugh.”
“Hehehehehhehehehehhehehheheh”
“There we go! That's the way it should be.” Thing 2 said happily. She brought the
gloves up to my knees, tracing circles around them.
“EhehHeHEHHEHEhHehEHehHEHEHEHEHHEHe”
Thing 1 laughed and wiggled her fingers in my underarms.
“HahAHAhAhAHAhaHHAHAhHAhhaHAHAhahhHAhHAHHA”
“Ooooo we got us a real brave boy here, don't we?” Thing 2 observed.
“You bet, Thing 2. And it's true what they say: Brave boys must be punished. Especially when they are ticklish like this one we got here.”
“Oh yes, that's very true. Oh hey! I think I know where he is ticklish.”
Her fingers wiggled against my inner thighs.
“HAHaHAHAEhaheaheAHAHAEHheheHAEhaHeHAHEAHehahAH”
“That IS a good find!”, Thing 1 congratulated, “But I bet his little tummy is a bigger danger zone.”
Her fingers stroked and teased my tummy below my bellybutton, paying special attention to the sides of my tummy. I howled.
“HAHHAHHAHAHHHAEEHAEHEHAEHAHEAHEHAEHHAHEHHEHAHEHAE”
“Oh yeah!? Well I know where he is the MOST ticklish!”
Thing 2 brought her tickly fingers to my balls. The feelers brushed all over the tender flesh.
“NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHAOHADHAHAOHDAHDOHAHDHhHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA GOOOHOHHOHOHOHOHOOHDDDD STOP!!!”
Thing 1 kept one hand on my tummy and used the other to hold the cup near my cock, ready to catch my cum. Tears were rolling down my face.
“We're gonna tickle the cum right out of you!” Thing 2 threatened playfully.
“Oh yes,” Thing 1 agreed, “We're gonna get every last drop. Tickle tickle Stiffy!”
Thing 2 began to run her gloved fingers up and down my cock. I was gonna cum at any second. But she continued the torturous tickling on my balls.
“Coochie coo. The tickle fairies are coming for you... Your number is up, Baby.”
I came into the cup with a scream as the girls kept tickling. After a few moments, they stopped. They smiled at each other and untied me. Thing 1 turned to me.
“I think I am gonna recommend weekly donations. You don't have a problem with that, do you?”
“I nodded no, unable to speak as I was still catching my breath.”
“Awww, how cute!” Thing 2 commented, “He is just tickled pink about it!”
