Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2004 11:51:41 -0400
From: Dennis <sonatina47@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dr.Lerner's Spa Part 6

Dr. Lerner's Spa
Part 6

Disclaimer: In this chapter Dr. Lerner demonstrates electrostimulation of
the male genitals as part of his enhancement program. This form of
masturbation should never be attempted without proper guidance and
awareness of its potential hazards.  There are several websites that
provide information for those mature readers interested in this
procedure. Eroticelectrostim.com is perhaps the most useful source of
accurate information.

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I think I can speak for all the guys when I say that I'd never had such a
good night's sleep following the pool party.  Sure it was an orgy - but not
in a sordid way. For the six of us at the spa that week it was a ceremony
celebrating our newfound maleness.  We could return to our lives as single
guys, husbands or gay partners with a sense of completeness. To put it
bluntly our cocks had been educated, or as Doc Lerner would say -
"enhanced."  In Steve's case his ass had been enhanced to the stretching
point after taking Tom's enormous cock, although he hadn't complained.  If
he was still sore, which I'm sure he was, he considered it a battle scar
and badge of courage. Speaking for myself I'd fallen asleep feeling honored
to have been sucked off by Dr. Lerner and to have received his "enhanced"
semen.  The memory of that ritual would stay with me the rest of my life.

	The TV screen came on the next morning announcing the day's
schedule: a morning skinny dip in the pool followed by breakfast (at which
we were to wear scrubs and butt plugs).




	"No way," Steve groaned as he fingered his still sensitive ass
hole.  "The damn thing would fall out after Tom's fucking."

	The screen concluded with a training event scheduled in the lab at
eleven o'clock. "For this session," it said, "you will want to douch and
wear your cock ring."

	Six lounge chairs were arranged in a semi-circle around a table
containing some electronic equipment.  A pair of wires led from the
equipment to each of six boxes located on small tables beside our
lounges. Jose and Manuel entered from a side door.  Both were nude.  Jose
told us to remove our scrubs and take places in the chairs.  "This will be
your last training routine," he said. "I think you will enjoy it."

		Dr. Lerner entered and took a seat behind the
table. Dressed in khaki shorts and open neck shirt he appeared quite
informal but nevertheless professorial.  He began: "Some of you may have
heard about, or even tried, electrostimultion.  It's been around for many
years and was in one form or another a favorite tool in torture chambers.
Sorry to say it's still in use that way by the military."

	Sitting back in his chair he continued: "While electric current
applied to various body parts, especially the genitals, can cause
excruciating pain, it can also cause intensely erotic sensations.  Until
recently such experiments were quite hazardous and conducted by individuals
ignorant of the risk they were taking - often resulting in severe burns and
nerve injury.  Fortunately there are several electrostim units on the
market that are entirely safe and quite effective.  The earliest of these
units was the transdermal electroneural stimulator, or 'tens'unit, still in
use by physical therapists to relieve muscle strain.  Many patients found,
on their own I might add, that it also provided sexual relief when applied
to the genitals.

	The more advanced units, which I will demonstrate today, make use
of computer technology and can be programmed with infinite stimulation
routines that can be customized for the user.  The simplest configuration
consists of attaching two leads - a ground and a hot - to probes on or in
the genitals through which the current will flow. The frequency and
strength of the current can be adjusted from barely perceptible to
painfully strong. While a good stim generator is fairly expensive the
probes can be made from ordinary materials.  Jose and Manuel will give us a
demonstration before each of you try it."

	Jose then took a six inch length of copper wire and wound it around
the lip of his soft cock. "You don't want to get it too tight," he said,
"because you leave room for it to grow."  He then took pliers to bend a
small loop at the end of the wire and attached it to an alligator clip. The
other end of the clip was then attached to one of the leads that led to the
control box on Dr. Lerner's desk.  Using a much longer length of wire he
encircled his balls and the base of his cock and connected it with
alligator clips to the second lead. "Most important of all," he added, "you
have to apply some lube to the parts coming in contact with the
probes. Today I'm using ordinary olive oil mixed with a little baking soda
to make a good contact."  He then nodded to Dr. Lerner and stood with his
hands behind his back that afforded an unobstructed view of his genitals -
not that there was much to see other than his growing erection, since the
stimulation was to his nerves.  Dr. Lerner went on to explain that the
power could be increased in small increments over a period of time during
which the recipient could be brought to the edge of orgasm and remain there
for hours instead of minutes, as in the case of manual masturbation. By
turning up the frequency control a hands-free orgasm could be achieved.  "I
should warn you," he said, "that not every man reacts to electro
stimulation in the same way.  You may orgasm on the first try, or it may
take several months of training before you nervous system adapts to this
new form of stimulation.  I'll let Manuel demonstrate another effective
setup."

	A small metal butt plug with a lead connected to the base was set
on a chair behind Manual.  He first lubed his ass, then the plug, and
proceeded to sit on it. He then took a three inch steel sound and attached
a lead to one end. After squeezing some lube from a bottle into his pee
slit he inserted the sound and secured it in place with a rubber band
around the head. The electric would flow between the sound and the butt
plug.  Dr. Lerner may have mischievously turned up the power too quickly
giving Manual's cock a sudden jolt. He spread his legs wide and humped the
butt plug while groaning in ecstasy. Jose had clenched his fists and began
the 'orgasmic chant' that signaled he was close to cumming. A steady flow
of precum oozed from his pee slit.  Dr. Lerner explained that Jose was at
the very edge of a climax.  He would keep him there a while longer before
allowing him to cum.  It was clear from the sweat on his forehead that Jose
was in a state of agonized ecstasy.  His balls and cock throbbed with an
intense urge to ejaculate that was denied by the control box.  After a few
minutes longer Dr. Lerner finally took pity on him and increased the power.
Jose let out a loud scream: "Ayeee!" His cock spasmed wildly and sent shot
after shot of milky sperm onto his heaving chest. With the power turned off
he removed the probes and sat back in a chair exhausted.

	"The program used on Jose," Dr. Lerner explain, "consisted of
vibrating waves, which I'm sure he found pleasurable.  I've chosen a
throbbing program for Manuel that is most effective with an anal probe. It
not only massages the prostate but causes contractions in the anal
muscles. In combination with the urethral probe the effect is quite
remarkable.  Are you ready?" he asked.

	Manuel nodded. The frequency was turned up to direct the
stimulation on his prostate.  Almost immediately a flow of semen dribbled
past the sound and trickled down his cock and balls.

	While Jose and Manuel were recovering from the experience Harry and
Dr. Lerner offered us a variety of probes to attached to our genitals. I
noticed that Steve chose the setup Manual had used while I selected the one
used by Jose.  Harry attached a lead to his metal cockring and another to a
conductive rubber ring fit around and over his glans.  Dr. Lerner returned
to his desk and the control panel without paying further attention to us.
I admit to being somewhat apprehensive- and so was my cock, which had
shriveled in retreat from the unknown assailant.

	Initially the stimulation was barely perceptible.  There was a
tingling sensation in my balls but none in my cock.  Soon it increased and
seemed to spread into the shaft.  My cock lost its shyness and expanded
slightly, but not into a full erection. A moment later my cockhead started
to itch, although we'd been warned to keep our hands off and let the
electro do its work. It was a tantalizing arousal unlike anything I'd
experienced. The stimulation increased with the itching giving way to
vibrations that seemed to circulate around the head, down the shaft and
into the balls, only to repeat the sequence in ever stronger pulses.  I
looked over at Steve and saw that his cock was rock hard and dripping
precum. Of course this was his second visit to the spa and he may have been
doing electro stim for some time.  My own cock looked more like a swollen
sausage though only semi-hard. Doc Lerner had said that some guys needed
more practice than others to master the technique.  I was in no hurry. It
seemed like a dozen guys were flicking their tongues over my cock and balls
from inside out.
	The session lasted for well over an hour, during which several guys
started to moan as if they were about to cum, only to be held at the edge
by the control box and prevented from cummiing.  Dr. Lerner must have
choreographed the orgasms to occur simultaneously because the room filled
with "orgasmic chanting" as if by a chorus of monks.  Both Tom and Steve
erupted like geysers shooting their sperm into the air, while me, John and
Ric oozed a steady flow of cum the way Manuel had.

	Jose collected the cum drenched probes, which he said would be
sterilized before the next use, and handed out pamphlets describing the
various stim units that could be purchased from commercial outlets. I
wondered if he got a commission for it or ever went on a sales tour giving
demonstrations. A fun job to be sure.  We then took a swim in the pool to
clean off before lunch.

	It was our last full day at the spa.  As Steve and I lay side by
side in our bed for the afternoon siesta we quietly held hands. The
overhead mirror reflected the image of two guys smiling in contentment.
Perhaps even more important than the sex techniques we'd learned was the
bonding that had grown between us and the other men.  I thought about my
lunch with Bill in New York and would be forever grateful to him for
recommending the spa. I looked forward to seeing him again and swap stories
about our experiences.

	Later that afternoon we were given a chance to reenter the real
world. A rickety bus pulled up at the entrance. The driver was Paco, still
sporting a nice bulge in his jeans. He hadn't come for another milk
delivery, but to pick us up for a visit to Alta Vista and spend some
tourist dollars.  I'm sure the arrangement was mutually beneficial. The
villagers were certainly aware that the spa's guests were exclusively males
and rumors may have circulated about strange goings on that took place
there.  At the same time they were glad to supply it with provisions and
welcome the guests into their shops. Paco was clearly a popular guy there
and went about strutting his machismo as he flirted with the women and
doted on the children. I'm sure he kept his milk deliveries to
himself. After a few beers at a café and loading up with the usual tourist
souvenirs we returned to the spa. The evening would conclude with a
farewell dinner and ceremony.

	The adventure was drawing to a close.  As the bus rumbled back to
the spa the general mood was on the somber side. We'd been given a new
lease on life - actually a new perspective.  A line from Shakespeare came
to mind - 'to thine own self be true'. I'd known that the bard was thought
to have been homosexual and thought that his words poignantly referred to
his own coming to grips with his sexuality.  God, if he'd only lived long
enough to write a play about the spa!  At that moment I felt a tremendous
bonding with Shakespeare, Whitman, Michelangelo and all the other gay
artists who bestowed their blessings upon mankind. I'd never know the
loneliness of a single gay man again.  I could take pity on the young studs
who preyed on older gays for money at the loss of their self identity. For
them semen would always be considered as so much cock snot instead of the
precious source of life...fast food junkies when it came to sex who'd never
know the joys of male bonding. I hadn't know the other guys as well as
Steve and knew I'd miss him, not that we were in love - but something close
to it.  I also felt a closeness to Tom, maybe because he was such a
superstud without ever realizing it.  Ric, on the other hand, considered
himself to be god's gift to man, or at least pretended to be.  John was a
sweet guy as mellow as a fine wine. I wish I'd had the change to be alone
with him. I'm not sure how I felt about Harry, who seemed to be somewhat
aloof from the rest of us -except Dr. Lerner, of course, and suspected they
were once, or maybe still were, lovers.  What impressed me the most is the
fact that none of the rivalries and petty jealousies usually found in a
group of gay men hadn't occurred. In that sense Dr. Lerner's program had
been a tremendous success.  What I first considered mumbo-jumbo in all the
rituals was really an initiation into the spiritual realm of male bonding.

	We put on our spa uniforms for the last time that night.  Once
again we joined hands around the table and came under the spell of the
phallic candle. I was sure I could find a similar one in New York. The
dinner was first class with wine to match. Afterwards coffee and liquour
were served on the patio where small tables had been arranged in a more
intimate setting. A lantern glowed softly on each table. There was a
crescent moon overhead and stars that seemed to cluster wordlike in a
strange language. We were serenaded by a strange looking trio, naked and
wearing sombreros - Manuel at the marimba, Paco on his guitar, and Jose
playing the maracas. "Vamos a bailar," Jose called out in his rich baritone
voice inviting us to dance.  While some of us were all left feet when it
came to dancing, the mood was too enticing to ignore.  Harry and Ric were
the first to dance and seemed pretty good at it.  John pulled Tom to his
feet and began some slow movements that picked up in a rhythm of their own.
Steve and I joined in, our bodies pressed close together and eyes holding
each other in a romantic gaze. I'd thought such scenes only took place in
old movies and always with a sad ending that made you want to cry. I felt
his hardness against me and pressed even closer as he breathed into my ear
words I'll never forget: "Hey, you know somethin'?"

	"What?" I whispered back.

	"I think I love you."

	I didn't reply...couldn't reply at that moment. I was too choked up
and didn't want to make a fool of myself, but in my heart I knew that I
loved him too.

	The music ended.  After a pause we all returned to our tables. The
trio played a flourish as Dr. Lerner came forward.

	"Gentlemen," he began somewhat formally, "this has been a glorious
evening for me as much as I'm sure it's been for you.  You're days at the
spa have been most productive and I hope you'll visit us again to renew and
refresh your god-given masculinity.  Since you are but one of many groups
that have come here from far and wide it's been suggested that we share our
bonding with each other through an alumni association.  Harry has agreed to
coordinate their activities from the field while I shall continue to
conduct further research and run the programs here at the spa."

	A round of applause endorsed the idea and I think lightened the
mood that most of us felt in leaving this sexual paradise.

	While the training programs may have depleted your sexual
energies," he continued, "I assure you that at this very moment they are
being replenished and enhanced by the orchid preparation served earlier.
It's aphrodisiac effect should be at its fullest within the hour. I think
we can make good use of it at a farewell ceremony in the phallic garden.
You may return to your rooms now and assemble here at midnight for a
procession into the garden."

	Steve grinned at me and said: "You think he slipped us another of
his mickies?"


	"Don't think I'll need any help tonight," I replied running my
fingers over his firm buttocks.

	The TV screen greeted us when we returned to our room, instructing
us to shower, douch and put on the white robes set out on the bed.  I asked
Steve if he knew what the ceremony was about.  He said it must be something
new and was as curious as me to find out.

	At midnight we assembled in the courtyard with the other men.
Jose, who also wore a white robe, gave each of us a candle lantern and told
us to follow him to the garden in single file.  The path we took was the
one Steve and I had taken that led to the erotic sculptures, except at
night it seemed like the yellow brick road leading into an enchanted
forest. (Not brick of course; more like cedar shavings that were soft on
our naked feet.) The smell of cedar blended with the fragrance of night
blooming jasmine.  In the distance came the sound of chanting as from an
ancient monastery. The lanterns played on white robes and jungle darkness
as we followed the path to a clearing. There were stone benches arranged in
a semi-circle in front of a wooden platform, obscured in darkness,that
might have been about two feet high. Manuel, who had taken up the rear of
the procession, went to what must have been a tape recorder and turned it
off.  The chanting stopped. He then took a taper and lit it from one of the
lanterns and ignited a pole torch on the platform.  Jose did the same to
light another torch.  It was a surprising revelation.

	A huge sculpture of a male deity in sitting position appeared in
the torchlight. Dr. Lerner was sitting in its lap, the head towering over
him. It's arms were shaped as hand rails.  Dr. Lerner had placed his own
hands over those of the sculpture, as if to suggest that he had control
over it. I noticed that the tip of his erect penis reached his navel in the
hardest of hardons. He addressed us not as a mentor but more like a high
priest in the throes of a religious ecstasy.

	"My brothers," he began, "you have learned much in your stay here
and have acquired a wisdom rare among your fellows in the outer world.  I
have bestowed upon you the fruits of my research and experience.  It is
only fitting that you bestow upon me the holy seed of your existence.  Each
of you will in turn occupy this sacred chair. I will kneel in front of you
to receive your blessed sperm."  He then got up, and reluctantly it
seemed. As he did I realized he'd been impaled on the sculpture's phallus!
It was the only non-metal part of the sculpture and seemed to be an
ordinary latex dildo except there must have been a hollow tube in it that
exuded a lube of some kind that glistened in the torchlight.

	Once again John was chosen to occupy the "seat" and approached it
with a raging hardon that dripped more precum than it had in years. The
aphrodisiac must have taken full effect since I noticed that most of the
men had a hand tucked into their robes and were masturbating.  John eased
himself down onto the drooling dildo until it was fully inserted in his
rectum. He spread his legs and gripped the arms of the handrails as if he
were receiving some internal stimulation that was driving him to the brink
of orgasm.  It was then that Dr. Lerner bowed reverently and knelt between
his legs, taking John's penis into his mouth.  He sucked on the shaft for
no more than a minute before John grunted loudly and evidently shot his
semen into the good doctor's mouth.  Jose then helped him back to the bench
as the next man took his place on the dildo. When my turn came I was so
worked up that I took it all the way without the least difficulty. As good
as it felt it got even better when it began to vibrate against my prostate.
Whatever was in the lube caused a tingling sensation that made me spread my
legs and grip the handrails, as John had done, while my anal muscles
contracted in spasms. Dr. Lerner's lips were moist with cum as he took my
cock into his mouth. I shot a tremendous load that he took in one gulp and
felt his throat muscles working to swallow it.

	By then Dr. Lerner had a bellyfull of semen donated by his
disciples. The only guys, besides Doc Lerner, that hadn't cum were his
assistants Jose and Manuel.  Since they were not part of the group he
received their sperm by injaculation. They first masturbated into test
tubes, that were then emptied into a plastic syringe.  Dr. Lerner stood at
the foot of the platform and held his rigid penis perpendicular to his
body.  Jose grasped it at the base as Manuel inserted the wide tipped
needle end. As he pushed on the plunger their mixed sperm was forced into
his urethra. Jose worked his fingers along the bulging dorsal tube to
squeeze the sperm past the balls and into his prostate. Manuel withdrew the
empty syringe. Jose released the penis.  Not one drop escaped.
Dr. Lerner's cock was at half mast and he put on his robe and led the
procession back to the spa.  With all that unspent cum in him I suspected
he and his friend Harry were going to have one hell of a night!

	I awoke the next morning feeling slightly woozy, and I might
mention somewhat sore in the ass.  Guess I must have clenched my muscles
too tightly on the sculpture's dildo, but it was a once in a lifetime
opportunity to go the whole distance. Steve and I showered together and
didn't talk much as we lathered each other. I concentrated on the feel of
his body pressing against me as we kissed for what we knew might be the
last time. Of course we'd promise to keep in touch as vacation friends
always do, but as someone once said: absence makes the heart grow
fonder...of someone else.  We dressed in our civilian clothes and went down
to breakfast. Paco's bus was parked outside.  Jose had arranged for a five
passenger Cessna to fly us to the main airport at Mexico City. Harry had
evidently chosen, or perhaps invited, to stay on longer.  At breakfast we
exchanged email addresses and were given membership cards in Dr. Lerner's
Alumni Association.  There was no time to linger over a second cup of
coffee and cigarette since Manuel had already loaded our luggage into the
bus and Paco was tooting the horn impatiently. Dr. Lerner shook hands with
each of us as we boarded.  I think it was as much an emotional experience
for him as it was for us with the teacher bidding farewell to his
graduates.

	As the bus pulled out of the courtyard I looked back for a last
look at the spa. Its tail pipe sent up a cloud of exhaust, enshrouding the
view like Camelot disappearing in the mists of time.

The End.