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u/Self_Love_Time
24 days ago
Part 3: Another patient arrives at the clinic
Part 2:
https://www.reddit.com/r/clittortur...2_carolynjos_clitoral_protectors_are_trimmed/
TW a bit of mis-gendering, etc (but it's reasonably respectful in that regard). Decided it would be fun to include a trans male in the story, so here is their debut (-;
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"Good afternoon Sam, I am Dr. Phali. How can I help you?"
"My T dick needs massaging to orgasm constantly or it becomes unbearable. Whenever I have sex I can only focus on my own dick's needs and not on my companion's needs. Last night was so bad that a woman told me that if she wanted to watch another twat have fifty orgasms before she could even have one, she would just date cis women."
"Wellllll, I am not surprised she was unhappy.
What happens when you don't touch your clitoris? Does it orgasm still?"
"I have never been able to try because it is just too demanding and painful if I do not massage it."
"How long have you been using testosterone treatment?"
"About two years"
"That explains it all, unfortunately. A serious problem with T is that it makes the clitoris slutty and demanding. Your clitoris might get called a cock by some because of its growth, but have you ever seen a cock that is able to orgasm repeatedly without rest? I have not! You have come to the right place. We perform a procedure no other clinics can perform, that transforms naughty T-clitorises into obedient T-dicks, and then eventually real penises, that will only rise and orgasm with permission."
A small, but noticeable bulge twitches in Sam's pants. Dr. Phali's sharp eyes are drawn immediately to it.
"Let me see it. Stand up in front of me and unzip your jeans"
Sam stands up and pulls down their zipper, exposing the glans of their wannabe cock, protruding out the top of their underwear.
Dr. Phali, still sitting, swiftly picks up a large pair of tweezers off her desk, grips onto the glans, and tugs it up with one hand, using the other to push Sam's underwear down out of the way.
"My oh my, this clitoris is huge. I can see it has been enjoying the testosterone a little too much. The doctors prescribing this stuff should be more responsible by ensuring the necessary taming surgery is performed as well. Don't get me started..."
Sam starts to reach a hand down, only to be blocked by Dr. Phali who tugs the tweezers downwards and uses her other hand to shield the T-dick from Sam's fingers.
"I will need to perform a full examination. For large clitorises we do this with you standing up with your legs apart and arms tied outwards so that you cannot move around. I will need to arrange to take you to another room for that. Firstly however, please pull down and remove your pants and underwear."
Sam pulled their pants down, while Dr. Phali continued to shield their T-dick from attention.
"I know this might be a difficult question, but have you had top surgery yet?"
"Not yet"
"Unfortunately I am going to need you to strip off your remaining clothing as I will need to test your nipples. Some testosterone-driven clitorises get extra excited when the nipples are stimulated and this can make clitoral problems worse and so would need to be stopped."
Sam nervously removed their shirt. Their relationship with their breasts has been a bit of a love-hate one over the last few years. The C-size breasts were something Sam looked forward to trading in for a flatter chest, but squeezing their nipples while riding T-dick against a hard surface into orgasm after orgasm for hours almost non-stop was their guilty pleasure that Sam did not feel so ready to give up.
Still holding Sam's T-dick firmly in the tweezers, Dr. Phali reached out her other hand and flicked Sam's left nipple hard as she watched the T-dick pulsate in the tweezers. She then did the same to the right nipple.
"ooooooooooooo!!" Sam exclaimed, uncontrollably.
"I will need to do further tests, but it is looking like we will also need to re-train your clitoris to not respond to the nipples like that."
"I am getting top surgery next year...", Sam started to explain.
"The breast surgeons do not remove enough of the nipple tissue to stop them from entertaining the clitoris. Without re-training, your clitoris will never be able to grow up into a penis. The reaction from your clitoris when I pinged your nipples was so severe that I can tell that you have been encouraging your clitoris to dance to nipple stimulation, which makes the re-training even more essential"
"What is the re-training exactly?"
"It is a type of aversion therapy.", Dr. Phali explained. "One of our specially trained nurses will stimulate your nipples and then use a machine to deliver electric shocks to your clitoris when it responds to the nipple stimulation. We do this 4 times a day for 3 weeks, or until the clitoris no longer responds to nipple stimulation."
The phone on Dr. Phali's desk started to ring.
"Hi, Dr. Phali here." "Okay, I will bring her in now. Thanks!"
"Okay Sam, follow me to the examination room"
Sam, completely naked, followed Dr. Phali into the corridor, their T-dick finally free from the tweezers and excitedly rubbing around between their thighs.
Dr. Phali stopped at a door, opened it, and held it open as she ushered Sam in. A strange contraption that looked more like something from a gym than a medical clinic stood in the middle of the room, with two middle-aged male nurses standing either side of it. The strange contraption had two metal foot pads on the ground, surrounded by a large metal frame.
"Put one foot on each pad", a nurse ordered Sam, who obliged. Leather straps on the pads were put over each of Sam's feet.
"Now reach your arms out to the sides."
A leather cuff was placed over each of Sam's hands and attached to the side of the metal frame.
"Okay, can you please try and bend forward? Back? Up? Down?".
Sam was unable to move.
"Perfect!"
"Don't be scared", one of the nurses tried to reassure Sam. "We just need to keep you nice and still during the examination. Now, I'm just going to move your legs apart a bit and raise you up so that the doctor can get a really good view of what's happening down there and get things sorted with it"
The machine made a light metallic noise and then a loud clang as Sam's T-dick popped out and moved into position for the examination.
"We'll start with the vibrator", Dr. Phali informed the nurses.
One of the nurses picked up a long silicon device, and passed it to the doctor.
"Bzzzzzzzz"
"oooooooooo ahhhhhhhh awwwwww!!!!"
The doctor quickly removed the vibrator off Sam's genitals.
"10 for overall sensitivity" she told the nurses, one of whom scribbled a note on a note pad.
"Now I am going to apply heat"
"oooooooooooo!" Sam exclaimed as their T-dick throbbed noticeably.
"Uhhhhh okay...." Dr. Phali mumbled, looking confused. "Can you note down that the subject seemed stimulated by that? This might be a more complicated case then I realized..."
"Pass me the injection now". A nurse passed Dr. Phali a large syringe.
"This will sting a bit."
Sam's T-dick started to twitch, excited in anticipation.
Dr. Phali looked concerned. "Can one of you please just hold it still for me?"
One of the nurses grabbed Sam's excited organ in his fingers and held it as Dr. Phali pricked it.
"ooooooo ahhhhh! Fuck that is so goooddd!" Sam exclaimed before convulsing into a full body orgasm, to the horror of the doctor.
"I did not give it an orgasm blocker... I did not think that would be necessary...." Dr Phali stated, shocked.
"Well, I guess we won't be able to continue the examination until it has had time to settle down again..." she added, clearly a bit frustrated.
"Take her to the ward for a few hours" Dr. Phali ordered the nurses. "I need to go see the next patient. I will deal with her at the end of my shift.", before leaving the room.
"Don't worry, I did the same thing before my surgery. It happens more often than Doctor likes to admit", one of the nurses tried to reassure Sam as he untied them.
"You had surgery?"
"Yeah, my T-dick was like yours. Absolutely out of control. The surgeons here tamed it. Here, have a look."
He lowered his pants, as his colleague laughed. A small cock popped out.
"My penis can only orgasm when it is injected with a special medicine. Before the surgery, it would orgasm about anything, whenever it wanted".
"What happened during the surgery?", Sam asked.
"The surgeon made 2 deep cuts on opposite sides of it, and then used a small drill to make a hole in the tip of my glans that a metal rod was stuck into. I then lied down on a machine for a couple of hours that poked and prodded the cuts, and made burning and pulsating feelings. It was all so painful, yet weirdly satisfying. They explained they were modifying the nerves so that they could no longer bring my penis to orgasm without being exposed to the special medicine first."
"Well I should show off mine if that's what we are doing" the other nurse said as he lowered his pants.
"My penis also had the surgery as it was repeatedly orgasming before my master's clitoris did. Surgery is a lot more complicated in cis-men as they have to make a lot of cuts on the inside of your glans to expose enough nerves for modification, and then they put a special implant inside the penis. I also only have one ball as they remove one to make room for a controller for the implant - the controller lives in my scrotum." he explained, while lightly poking his sack. "The clinic can store the removed testicle in a very cold freezer in case the remaining one ever fails, but my master decided I must carry mine in a small jar of ethanol at all times. Whenever my penis starts to go erect without permission, I have to get out the jar and look at it to remind my penis that it too will be going in a jar if it misbehaves ever again."
Sam's T-dick started to twitch, as did the trans nurse's penis.
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Sam lied on a bed in the ward, their T-dick aching from being unable to orgasm.
"Time for another injection!" a female nurse exclaimed, grabbing Sam's T-dick and stabbing it with a syringe.
Dr. Phali walked back in.
"I have decided we do not need to perform another examination. We just need to perform your surgery as soon as possible as your clitoris is completely out of control. We can do it tomorrow, so will start getting it prepped now as it requires a day of prep"
"Can you please put your legs a bit wider apart?" Dr. Phali requested Sam.
She grabbed Sam's T-dick again with tweezers.
"I am going to put a rod in now" she told the nurse. "Can you please get me the drill and a rod?"
While she waited, she looked carefully at the T-dick in the tweezers and then reached into a medical bag she had been carrying and pulled out another tool.
"I need to remove a little bit of skin where the rod is going to go in", she explained as she moved the tool onto Sam's T-dick.
"bzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzz zzzzzz"
"oooooooooo!! ouchhhh!!! oooooo!!!" Sam exclaimed, their T-dick bobbing excitedly from the simultaneous pain and pleasure inflicted upon it.
"I also need to remove your clitoral hood as it is going to get in the way"
"Awwwwww! aahhhhh ooohhhhoooooahhh!!!" Sam moaned as the doctor burned away their clitoral hood with an electrocautery pen. "that's sooo good!!!" they screamed.
The nurse returned, and Sam continued to moan and groan as Dr. Phali made a small hole in their glans and pressed a metal rod into it.
"Okay, you will now be in the ward for the night where the nurses will ensure you cannot orgasm. Normally they'd need to ensure you maintain an erection, but your clitoris is so bad that it does not need any help to stay erect. I will be back tomorrow to cut open your clitoris and gspot, and then our specialist surgeons will come and get you for your clitoris taming surgery. I will also be getting a nipple specialist we sometimes work with to visit the clinic and evaluate that problem too as our usual aversion therapy might not work."
As the doctor left, Sam noticed the tweezers and syringe still sitting next to the bed. With one hand, Sam squeezed their T-dick glans tight with the tweezers, and with the other started to lightly stab the tightened glans with the needle next to the metal rod that the doctor had stuck in it, and fantasising that the trans nurse from earlier was doing the stabbing.
Another bed was wheeled into the ward. A female patient with her clitoris clamped was lying on top of it. "Okay Carolyn-jo, the doctor will be here shortly to perform a little procedure on your clitoral glans", the nurse said to the patient who was just brought in.
