The Party

(Editor's Note: Peter has sought help for his masturbation dependency on 
several occasions, but with little permanent benefit. This chapter 
describes an incident while he was in a treatment program that 
emphasized social aversion conditioning. We are fully supportive of this 
treatment protocol, which intentionally places the masturbator in social 
situations where his habit is exposed to others and its humiliating 
nature may be recognized. -- Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital 
Therapist)

     It was Saturday afternoon, and Peter was very excited.  Tonight was  
the night of the annual "toga party", a wild, anything-goes bash  held 
secretly by the in-crowd of the university, and Sharon had agreed  to 
take him with her, to let him observe how normal boys and girls relate 
to each other.  She made it clear that he would NOT be her date  for the 
evening, but he was grateful just being able to attend the  exclusive 
and (by all reports) wildly erotic party.  He answered a knock  at his 
apartment  door, and Sharon entered, wearing a mini-skirt and  boots.  
Her large breasts thrust boldly beneath a thin cashmere sweater,  and 
her blonde hair cascaded about her shoulders.  

    "Ready to go, Peter?" she asked.  "Here's your party outfit."  
Reaching into her purse, and extracted a small leather harness.  It  
looked like a pet harness for a very tiny puppy or kitten, with two  
small leather loops attached to a leash.  But Peter knew what the loops  
were intended to encircle.  

    "No, Sharon, don't make me wear that!  It'll be too embarrassing for 
the other kids to see me in that." 

    She grinned, "Sorry, but I told the other girls all about you, and 
they want  to see you in your genital training harness.  Now put it on, 
or you  don't go." 

    With reluctance, he removed his pants and allowed her to snap the  
harness in place.  One loop encircled the base of his small penis, and  
the other fastened snugly around the neck of his scrotum.  Snaps of an  
ingenious design held the harness in place, and could be released only  
by a special tool which Sharon kept always in her possession.  

    "Now, you won't need your pants.  Just put on your trench coat and  
let's go." Following her to her car, Peter felt an odd thrill of  
excitement being naked beneath the coat.  

    The party was held in several adjoining apartments in an old  
building near campus.  In the hall before entering, Sharon stripped off  
Peter's coat and produced a pair of leather wrist cuffs.  "I want them  
to see how we treat masturbators at the clinic, Peter.  Put your hands  
behind your back." Over his protests, she bound his wrists together  
behind him.  She rang the buzzer, and Peter stood there bound and naked,  
dreading the opening of the door.  

    A buxom girl in a sexy low-cut bra and shiny red nylon panties  
greeted Sharon.  "Who's this?  Don't tell me-- it must be Peter.   
Goodness, you've got him trussed up like a Christmas turkey!  Are you as  
naughty as Sharon says?" 

    He stammered, "I...I...sometimes." He hung his head, and saw his  
little member drooping out of the harness.  Under the sharp inspection  
of the girl, it began stretching and growing.  

    "Hmmm...so I can see.  Well, come with me, and I'll keep you out of  
trouble!" 

    Sharon added, "Put him somewhere he can watch the action.  I want  
him to see how the big boys play." 

    The hostess took him by the leash and tugged gently but firmly on  
his genitals, leading him into the room and over to a couch.  "Sit  
here, Peter, you'll enjoy watching the party games." She ran a finger  
over the leather harness and up the length of his aroused penis.  "I can  
see Sharon takes good care of you." 

    The party was in full swing.  Most of the revelers still retained  
some clothing, finding it more erotic to leave something hidden to the  
last moment.  But Peter delighted in viewing the many naked breasts and  
buttocks of the girls, or the firm and proud members of the boys, which  
the remaining garments more framed than hid.  Nor was so much luxuriant  
flesh exposed to no purpose: all imaginable acts of pleasure were on  
view as well.  Peter was fascinated by the sight of intercourse  
performed as openly and casually as a disco dance, or fellatio as  
matter-of-factly as munching hors d'oeurvres.  

    For a while he sat on the couch, his hands still tied behind his  
back.  The charming sight of the young man with hands bound and penis  
stiff in its harness caught the attention of several ladies.  Sharon had  
evidently told them all about Peter's "condition", and they now made him  
recount some of his spectacularly humiliating acts of self-abuse.  Peter  
was embarrassed, but his penis grew stiffer than ever under the looks of  
the girls.  The girls laughed, "No wonder Sharon has to keep your hands  
tied!" 

    Just then Sharon passed by, and joined in.  She described some of  
the treatments used on Peter, such as corporal discipline, and then  
offered to let the girls try spanking him themselves.  She held him  
across her lap while each of the girls took a turn.  Peter squirmed and  
squealed with each slap on his upturned buttocks, but the girls could  
tell he was enjoying it as much as they.  Before long, Sharon felt Peter 
jerk  uncontrollably, and a tell-tale wetness ran down her leg.  She 
made  Peter stand up, and he grinned sheepishly in front of the laughing 
girls  as a few final pearly drops oozed from the tip of his softening 
penis.  

    Very soon his erection returned, and Sharon untied his hands.  She  
playfully pinched the tip of his penis, and said, "Sharon's gonna find  
herself a man, now honey, so you run along and play.  It's party night,  
so you just do whatever you want-- and I guess we both know what that'll  
be!  Just don't work yourself into a prune, and don't make a lot of mess  
on the rug." 

    He grinned and nodded.  "Thanks, Sharon, I'll be careful."      
Peter began walking around, idly stroking his genitals.  He was  
intoxicated with the freedom of the party, the license to casually  
masturbate in full view of all.  Indeed, there was so much overt sexual  
activity occurring, no one even noticed the young man fondling himself.   
He spent a long time thus, watching the festivities and silently echoing  
them on his own organs.  

    Seeing so many acts of intercourse, Peter began to wonder if he  
might try it himself.  His continuing virginity was a torment inflicted  
by his addiction to masturbation.  On the few occasions when he had  
attempted the normal sexual act with a willing girl, his member, lacking  
the familiar manual stimulation, had betrayed him and failed to maintain  
erection.  But he felt that the casual, relaxed mood of the party might  
be just the right environment to allow success.  

    He stopped by a trio, a man and two women, just as the man was  
finishing intercourse with one girl while the other sat on a couch  
beside them and watched.  The man gave a final thrust and the woman made  
a deep appreciative moan, feeling his seed thunder within her loins.   
When they separated, Peter  to his delight recognized Sharon.

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    Her partner left, seeking liquid refreshments to restore him.   
Sharon joined her friend on the couch and introduced Peter.  He smiled  
hello, glancing shyly at the gloriously nude body of the girl.  She was  
a brunette, somewhat smaller than Sharon, but with enormous pendant  
breasts which spilled down her chest.  The girl stared fascinated at  
his erect penis in its leather harness, and Peter's heart leaped when 
the  she spread her legs and said, "Like to have a go, cowboy?  Sharon 
wore  Roger out before he got to me!" 

    Sharon laughed, "Cindy, you're barking up the wrong tree.  Peter's a  
habitual masturbator, we're treating him at the clinic.  That harness  
he's wearing is to control him during genital therapy sessions." 

    "Doesn't he like sex?" 

    "He's never had any.  He is so addicted to self-abuse that he is  
completely incapable of normal sexual intercourse.  

    "Gee, is he gay, or something?"

    "Not exactly.  He really likes women, but he has destroyed  his 
ability to function as a normal man by excessive, uncontrollable  
masturbation.  When he attempts penetration of a woman, he loses his  
erection.  We call it masturbatory impotence. He becomes very excited  
during his treatments at the clinic and ejaculates when a nurse gives 
him  a manual release -- but he can't handle a real fuck.  Show Cindy 
how you  play with yourself, Peter." 

    At first he was reluctant to humiliate himself before his new  
acquaintance, but Sharon picked up the leash and gave it a warning snap  
which made him wince.  His hands assumed their familiar role massaging  
his genitals.  

    Cindy was fascinated by his very erect member.  "You really are a  
funny boy, aren't you?  You've got such a nice little penis, lots of  
girls would like it inside them.  Why do you misuse it so badly?" 

    "Oh, Cindy, I can't help it, I'm a... a... habitual masturbator.  I  
wish I could stop, I've tried hard." 

    "It must be pretty embarrassing to be impotent.  Don't you ever wish  
you could have sex with girls?" 

    "I'd give anything!"

    "Maybe I could help.  Would you like to try to have sex with me?" 

    "Ooh, yes!   Sharon, would it be all right?"

    She laughed abruptly.  "Ridiculous!  You know you'll never get it in  
her." 

    "Please, Sharon, let me try."

    "Oh, all right.  But I don't think you can keep it up."

    Cindy spread her legs, and Peter knelt between them.  With her  
fingers, she parted the lips of her sex and allowed Peter to insert the  
tip of his penis.  Surprisingly, he was able to enter and thrust deep  
within her womanhood.  Sharon said, "My goodness, little fellow, you  
made it in!" Cindy confirmed, "Mmm...yes, and I can feel it all the way  
down, ...nice..." 

    Peter was thrilled at his success, and under Sharon's instruction  
began performing sexual intercourse for the first time in his life.   
"That's it Peter, in and out.  Push against her clitoris, work for her,  
that's very good." 

    Cindy urged him, "Oh, yesss... push for me, Peter, push for Mama...  
oooh... you'll get a gold star for this...  mmm... now push!  I'm almost  
there..." 

    Peter never knew what it was.  An evil genie?  Fear of success?   
Perhaps fear of leaving at last his old and cherished habit of self- 
gratification, and the loving torture of genital therapy.  Whatever it  
was, almost at the moment of triumph he felt the awful, familiar ebb of  
tension, and his tumescence deflated inside her.  His manhood failed  
utterly, shrinking and shrinking until it became a pitiful worm which  
wriggled impotently between the lips of her orifice.  

    "You little bastard!" Cindy cried.  "How dare you go limp before I  
finished!" 

    Sharon also was angry at him.  "Peter!  What kind of trick are you  
playing?  You get another erection at once!" 

    Peter pleaded miserably, "I... I can't, Sharon!  I'm sorry, I didn't  
mean to... to go limp.  I don't know what happened!  But I can't make it  
get hard again." 

    Sharon was disgusted.   "You really are hopeless aren't you?  You'll  
never learn to have sex like a real man!  Now get busy and finish her  
off with your tongue." 

    He quickly bowed down, and burying his face between Cindy's thighs,  
began to lick the domed capitol of her pleasures.  "Mmm... at least he  
can do that well enough...  Oh, yes...  Thank God his tongue is harder  
than his penis... ohhh..." 

    Soon she reached her climax, and Peter sat back on his haunches.   
She looked at Peter, kneeling before her, and at his member, which was  
once again jutting in deceptive readiness.  

    "I... I'm sorry I went soft, Cindy.  I really tried." 

    She smiled.  "Poor little masturbator.  I shouldn't have gotten  
angry, you did your best.  And your tongue felt real nice.  Of course, a  
girl would rather have the real thing..." 

    Sharon agreed, "Yeah, there's nothing like a big strong penis of a  
REAL man.  It sure beats the licks of a little masturbator." 

    Peter hung his head, "You were right to be mad.  I know I let you  
down." 

    Cindy stared at the respectable erection bobbing in Peter's lap.   
"Look at him.  You'd never know that there was anything wrong with him.   
Are you ready to try me again, little fellow?" 

    He looked up hopefully.  "C...could I?  I might... go limp again." 

    Cindy laughed,  "Yes, we could bet on that.  No, I think we better  
give you something more your size." She took a nearby bottle of body oil  
and doused her pretty fingers.  She made a loose fist and held it down  
between her legs for the kneeling youth.  "Here, Peter, I think you can  
handle this." 

    Peter obeyed happily.  He crawled forward and inserted his turgid  
member in her fingers.  Cupping his testicles in his own hands for  
reassurance, he began thrusting back and forth.  She held her fist very  
close to her own womanhood, and occasionally the tip of his organ even  
kissed at the lips.  It was thrilling for Peter to masturbate so close  
to the divine gates.  He could almost pretend that he was thrusting  
within her loins.  

    Sharon giggled, "Look, isn't he funny looking?  He's pushing his  
hips back and forth just like he was inside a girl.  Does that feel  
good, Peter?" 

    "Oh, yes, Sharon, I like it!"

    Cindy said, "I bet you wish you could be inside of me, instead of in  
my hand." 

    "Oooh, I do... but I'd just go limp."

    Cindy encouraged him, "There you are, Peter, rub your little wee-wee  
in my fingers, you're doing real good.  Maybe someday you can do the  
real thing." 

    Peter was near to climax now, and it was obvious to both girls.  He  
gasped out "Oh... I think I'm going to... I can't help..." 

    Sharon said, "Watch out, Cindy, he's getting ready to make a big  
mess.  You better make him stop." 

    She smiled sympathetically.  "No, I don't mind. Go ahead now, Peter,  
it's all right.  You can let go in my hand.  Show us what a big squirt  
you can make." Peter murmured his gratitude as he flooded her fingers  
with his release. 

                    * end * 

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