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Forced Masturbation Has anybody ever
forced their attentions on you and masturbated you without your
consent? For me, my experiences were with my regular doctor, an Asian American guy named Dr. Sun and his young assistant Amanda. First, a little back story is needed..... Between the ages of 12-14, I had a problem with my spine and hip that, for a brief period (ages 11-12), required me to wear a sort of brace. After the brace came off, I had to do special stretches/exercises, and needed to go to the doctors office every 3 months to ensure that no "slippage" had occurred (basically, that my hips were still even). So, from the age of 12.6 - 14.3, I visited Dr. Sun's office for these "check-ups." At first my mum would take me, but after 3 visits, I would just ride my bike and Dr. Sun would call her to discuss my "progress" One of the strange things about Dr. Sun's exams was that as soon as he came in the exam room, he would have me strip to my underpants then stand in front of him with my hands behind my head and he would look me all over. Then he would have me turn around, so my back was to him, and he would put his hands on my hips and sort of "measure" me, I guess, to see if all was level. Then he would always say, "ok, let's get these off so I can check on your progress," and he would take down my white briefs and have me step out of them. He'd then have me turn around and conduct the rest of the exam with me in the nude (this involved mainly having me do stretches, walk across the exam room, bend over). Even then, I thought it was odd that I needed to be nude for this, but as I said before I thought it was exciting, too. On the second or third visit, he also checked my penis and testicles, while asking whether I had started puberty and had wet dreams (by that time, I had been wanking to dry orgasm for about 6 months - after my first sexual encounter with a friend - but I still wasn't shooting anything; I was also smooth). I distinctly remember that the first time he examined my cock and balls, he made a comment about my "interesting" circumcision and sort of stroked the length of my shaft, which gave me a hard on. I was not circumcised until I was 6 years old (another story!) and the doctor who performed the procedure apparently used a Gomco device that was meant for infants; as a result, I have a bit more shaft skin than most other guys who've been snipped, making me appear uncircumcised sometimes when I am soft, which apparently fascinated Dr. Sun. So basically every check-up ended with me having an erection in the doctor's office. After I had turned 13 - in between one of the visits - I finally started getting a few wispy pubes and, lo and behold, began spurting clear when I wanked. Dr. Sun obviously noted my development, and during the next visits - over the course of about a year - he would do the cock and balls exam almost immediately, spending loads of time fondling my nuts. Dr. Sun acted like it was all part of the exam, but I know now that he was wanking me - there was really no medical reason to check if my little bit of extra skin retracted over my tip when hard, especially since I was there to check my spine & hip! It was probably my 6th or 7th visit when I spunked on his hand; I was standing that time and I remember he said "Oh, look at that, you've made a mess. You're good and healthy." He later told me, while I was getting dressed, that it is perfectly normal for boys to masturbate and he wasn't upset about what happened! He completely ignored the fact that he was actually the one masturbating me and, from what I could see, was also getting erect while doing so. I know that Nurse Amanda knocked and entered on at least one of the early occasions when I was totally naked, but I wasn't sure what she saw. The next time and final time that I spunked in his office, she had come into the exam room while I was on the exam room table, on my back, with my 4.5 inch 13 year old boner pointing at the ceiling. She must have been on to Dr. Sun, but she didn't say a thing and simply went to the cabinets that lined the wall. I remember that she had a clipboard, so maybe she was doing inventory. I was mortified, but also thrilled at the thought of being naked in front of a grown woman, and as soon as Dr. Sun's fingers touched my cock I shot a few spurts of clear cum on my belly and chest. Before the actual explosion, I must have groaned or yelped or something because Nurse Amanda turned just as I was ejaculating. When I turned to face her, she was looking right at me with a little grin on her face! Dr. Sun - Mr Cool - simply said, "can you hand me a tissue, John's had an involuntary emission". She handed him the tissue, and left. Dr. Sun told me that I shouldn't be embarrassed, as Nurse Amanda has seen that happen before... I still look back on those days with fondness. You can imagine how disappointed I was when Dr. Sun mysteriously left the practice. And, in an interesting coincidence, I crossed paths with Nurse Amanda once again when I was 17 and was working at a local university doing gardening work. I befriended a slightly older male co-worker and it turned out that Nurse Amanda was his older sister. For reasons that were never clear to me, he couldn't drive and she would often pick him up for work. On several occasions, she drove me home as well and I can still remember the somewhat erotic thrill when our eyes met, knowing that she had seen me ejaculate all over my tummy as a young teen. I always left the car with a raging erection! Anon I was 5 or 6 years old and was close to my next door neighbour Patrick, who was the same age as me. We would play together every day after school. Occasionally our play led to games like ‘doctors’. We would take it in turns to examine each others penises, check each others scrotums and occasionally do a ‘taste test’ to make sure everything was ok. This meant that we would put each others penises in our mouths for a few seconds. We were both so young that neither of us would become erect, just boys discovering what others had between their legs and it retrospectively felt perfectly innocent. He was circumcised and I am uncircumcised so I remember being interested in the difference and used to describe it to myself as a ‘pulled back willy’. I didn’t really understand about foreskins or the lack there of. I was staying at his house one night as my parents and his mother were at a Wimbledon tennis match. We were in his room and playing doctors when his father walked in on us. We were both inside the sleeping bag that I was meant to be sleeping in, we were both naked and in full flow of our usual ‘doctors’ routine. His father was a tall man, I remember vividly seeing him at the door and being mortified that we had been caught! He asked what we were doing and we said that we were playing doctors. We were ordered to get out of the sleeping bag which we both did and stood in front of him naked. He was furious and told us both to get back in to our pyjamas which we both did in record time. He said to Patrick to get downstairs and he would speak to him later. Patrick disappeared from the room and I was alone with his father. He sat down on the the bed and asked me to sit next to him which I promptly did. He said that what we had done was terrible and that he’d have to tell my parents. I was mortified, asked him not to share what he had seen and that I’d do anything for them not to find out. He asked whether I had seen ‘an adult penis’ before to which I replied that I hadn’t and the only option for him not to tell my parents was for me to play doctors with him, to which I agreed. He was around 40 at this point and other than the occasional passing glimpse of my father naked I’d never really seen an adult penis before. He undid the button of his jeans, slid down the zip, lifted his bottom from the bed and pulled down his trousers and white underwear in one movement. He sat on the edge of the bed and I looked down. I remember thinking to myself that he there was a lot of hair. He obviously didn’t trim or cut his pubic hair, it was jet black and completely covered his penis and testicles. He had a long shaft which dangled down between his legs. I remember seeing his long foreskin hanging low and being confused as to why he had a long foreskin like me and Patrick didn’t. He asked me to show him the game that we were playing so that he could understand it and that he wouldn’t tell my parents if I showed him exactly what we were doing. I reached across and held the shaft of his penis in my hand, I remember it feeling very heavy! I gripped it and lifted his penis upwards as i had done to Patrick before. With my other hand I put it between his hairy legs and examined his testicles. The main difference between the two was that his penis became erect very quickly. I remember feeling it grow in my hand to the point where my hand would no longer go completely around the shaft of his penis. I said to him that next, we usually do the taste test which meant I put it in my mouth… ‘show me’ was the response. I bent forward and put his fully erect penis in my mouth. I didn’t know to slide back his foreskin so it all went in, in one go. I held his penis head in my mouth for a few seconds and then took it out. At this point he stood up, I remember seeing his very hairy penis standing to full attention and he pulled his trousers and pants back up, told me I’d done well and that he wouldn’t say a word. I was soo relieved that I no one would ever find out. He went downstairs and soon after Patrick came back up. We agreed that we would never do it again as neither of us wanted to get in to trouble. The fact that when Patrick and I were playing doctors my penis never became aroused is quite telling. When his father, Carl sat next to me on Patrick’s Single bed, pulled down his trousers and pants and showed me his penis, I remember an instant tingling in my penis and testicles. I was in pyjamas but remember feeling my penis instantly becoming erect and pushing against the inside of my trousers. The moment when I lent forward and put his foreskin covered penis in my mouth still remains incredibly exciting (in fact I am fully erect whilst recalling this). I remember the feeling so vividly of my left hand on his hairy testicles and fingers touching the base of his erect penis! The memory of his hairy penis and very long foreskin is still the thing that can make me ejaculate the quickest. When I recall that experience I can go from a fully flaccid penis to ejaculating within 90 seconds without fail. It clearly was an incredible experience that I’m still fascinated by. I would like to think that the experienced with Carl did not influence my sexual orientation, but I'm gay and am absolutely fascinated by, mature men with an uncircumcised penis and long black pubic hair. If you have had similar experiences and with like to chat, this is my email.
Matthew's Story: When was younger I was seriously into playing tennis and my parents were very supportive of it. Typically after training, either my parents or my coach would give me a massage on my arms and shoulders. But every couple of weeks I would get a massage from a proper massage therapist for my back and legs and anything more specific that I needed. I would have been around 11 when I started going to see a massage therapist, a young woman named Amy. I think she would have been around 22-25 years old, she was still quite new to the job. Of course I had a huge crush on her, she was so pretty and smelled wonderful and talked to me the whole time about interesting things and I looked forward to seeing her. After a few sessions, my parents were comfortable to leave me with her while they went and did some quick shopping. I don't know if she did something intentional to cause this, I don't remember her touching me inappropriately at this stage, or if it did just happened naturally, but one time she was massaging me I ejaculated in my underwear. I had got wet dreams before this, but it was the first time that I had ejaculated whilst awake and it caused me to jerk around and I think for her to notice something had happened. After the session was over, she removed the blanket covering me and keeping me warm, and looked at the wet spot on my underwear and asked me about it. I just panicked and had no idea what to say and just lied and said it was pee and I was sorry. I remember feeling so embarrassed that she had seen this. The next time I went to her, after my mum had left us, she asked me again about the wet spot and if it was actually something else. And I remember stumbling over every word I could think of and getting a bit upset. But she being so wonderful, just gave me a hug and told me that she understood what was happening. Without even asking me she reaching into under my blanket and underwear and started fondling my penis. Very quickly I was again ejaculating, this time into her hand as well as my underwear. I couldn't believe what she had done, but I definitely enjoyed her touch. She proceeded to wash her hands, and then bought over a wipe and pulled my underwear down. She washed me so carefully and even cleaned under my foreskin, something that I didn't even realize I could pull back yet. And then she continued on with her regular massage. Almost every week this repeated, her putting her hand in my underwear, me ejaculating, and her carefully cleaning me up. She never masturbated me without some cover, despite being perfectly willing to see my penis while she was cleaning me. I have to believe it was sexual to her, but that was were it ended. I never got a chance to touch her, or do anything more advanced sexually with her. But it was some of the best times of my life being there with her. After a couple of years she moved cities and I changed to a different massage therapist. This time an older man who was very cool and so much better at actual massages, but showed zero sexual interest in me. I hope this is an interesting story Peter, I've never told anyone about it except a therapist. I don't think it did me too much psychological harm to happen, although keeping the secret of it at that age played on my mind more than it should have. Jamie Reading your recent page about forced masturbation brought up some memories for me. When I was about 6 years old, when my parents went out, my uncle would 'babysit'. He would sometimes come into my bedroom with me and ask me to get naked. He would then wash my genital area and my bum very thoroughly, and afterwards rub my vulva for some time before stopping and dressing me. My most vivid memory about it is him washing me, I just remember that making me not feel very good because I thought it meant I was dirty or unhygienic. The touching afterwards primarily made me feel bored, I don't recall feeling bad or good about it, I struggle to really remember it at all. Thinking about what happened, I don't remember him ever masturbating himself while he did it, or undressing himself. It happened around every 2 weeks for about a year and then stopped, I'm not sure why. I am still in contact with him and don't hold any personal ill-will towards him, but I definitely am watchful about any young family members around him. Nowadays though he is quite the recluse, so I don't think he is a risk so much anymore. Anon I saw recently
you put up the section about being forcefully masturbated and
I have an experience of that to contribute. I have kept it private
my whole life out of embarrassment and shame about it being considered
gay, but sharing it anonymously might be spiritually helpful. I was in my early teens and an athletic member the my school rugby and athletics teams. In athletics I represented the school as a shot putter. The athletics master convinced me to stay after school to improve my discus throwing of which timing and technique were key along with strength. The same can be said of shot putting so I wondered why the extra training wasn’t shot putting, but in those days you did as you were told. Once school finishes it is surprising how quiet and empty it suddenly feels. When all my mates were going home I went to the gym to change. It was an absolute rule that boys only wear shorts, shirt and plymsols for gym and field work and after any sport a shower was mandatory. I would strip off, change and hang my clothes on a peg then meet the master. He would then take me out onto the very large sports field a long way from the school building. To improve my technique he would hold me up against him with his left hand on my stomach and his right hand over my right holding the discus. He would keep me in this position practicing dummy throws for seemingly ages. This happened weekly, sometimes twice a week. Gradually his left had would find its way under the elastic of my shorts and touch my pubic hair I felt a mixture of fear and a little excitement. The session would finish and we walked back to the changing room where I would shower while he watched and talked to me. As the weeks progressed his hand would go deeper in my shorts each time. He would play with my foreskin, rolling it back and forth. I began to notice his erection pressing in my back but to start with my penis remained soft. Thinking back I was surprised he kept fondling my willy. After some weeks of what I now think of as conditioning I started to get erections and things progressed with him masturbating me still out on the field and he would stop before I would cum. I had huge mixed emotions, fear, loss of control, excitement, pleasure and shame. In parallel to this he took our class to another site for our general athletic classes by coach and would always sit me next to him away from other boys. He would then pull down my zip and play with me. The last session followed the same pattern but this time after watching me shower he masturbated me naked which really had him and me aroused and I came on his track suit. He left the changing room and nothing was ever said as was the norm in those days and I never saw him again. Thinking back I wonder why he never got his penis out or asked me to masturbate him. I could certainly see its bulge under his track suit and feel it pressing against me. He seemed fascinated with my willy taking every opportunity to look at a play with it. I wonder if other lads had similar experiences? I count myself as fortunate as it didn’t seem to cause me harm in the long run. I believe that the flaccid phase was due to fear and lack of control but what caused me to get erections at a later stage? It is possible that exhibitionism may have something to do with it . My desire to show and be looked at in certain circumstances may have taken over. In the end I did enjoy him playing with my erect willy and got a buzz from him looking at it while I showered and dried off. While he clearly didn’t need a green light to fondle and masturbate me, me drying myself and my erection in front of him as he sat under my peg certainly must have encouraged him further. I had enjoyed showing my willy to those interested or asked since primary school days, so that may explain why after a while I became erect. Guy's medical exam as a boy: I had an infection in my balls at 14 that made them swell to twice the size. My mum took me to the doctor and he examined me in front of her. He was an older doctor in his 60's. He spent a long time handling and squeezing my balls, then he diagnosed orchitis. And said he would have to give a small injection so he held my balls, stuck the needle in and said this needs to be done every 2 days. So he called round every 2 days after school and came to my room and told me to remove my trousers and pants, and bent over the end of the bed with my legs open. Again he spent a long time holding my balls but this time he caressed the gently and also squeezed the base of my balls round the base of my cock , which was now getting fuller and starting to rise. He asked me if i had problem urinating. I said no, and by now I was fully erect with my cock sticking up in front of him. He asked if I had had problems ejaculating, and had I ejaculated in the last few days I embarrassingly said that I hadn't. So he said we need to fix that, and asked me to lift my legs and put a rubber glove on. He then inserted a finger deep into my anus. Then I felt an electric shock through my cock and my cock pumped my sperm over my belly several times as all I could do was moan , The doctor said there that's better , Then gave me an injection again in my huge balls and said he would be back in 2 days time . And the randy bastard was, and again the same routine, strip, play with my balls, get my cock hard, keep me like that for 10 minutes, then insert 2 fingers this time in my anus , WOW this time my sperm exploded all over my chest in several shots. He said that's good , injected my balls and left. This went on for over a month and now when he called I was ready stripped and also already hard when he came into my room. He soon progressed to caressing my balls as well as now openly masturbating my cock till it was dripping pre-cum. Then it was 2 fingers in my anus and BINGO cum explosion with some now hitting my chin. Then my injection and left. After a few weeks the horny bugger was rubbing the front of his trousers when he examined and stroked my poor hardcock, he clearly had a big bulge in the front of his trousers. After my arse invasion and forced cum he excused himself and asked to use the toilet before he left , My mum thought this was getting me better and asked if things were ok. GOD they were better than ok as I was getting my cum wanked out of me every other day . The next visit progressed even further, when I was lying back feeling his fingers go back and forth over my prostate I felt something warm on my cock when I looked down he was sucking me, and I exploded in his mouth and he swallowed all my sperm. Then I saw he had his own cock out of his trousers and was wanking a large cock, which then came 2 or 3 shots over my now soft cock and still large balls, That's better he said , and injected me and left . Well, I wanked myself silly for the next 2 days till his next visit. Then he really gave it to me he chastised me for masturbating 8 times I had to admit in 3 days , but that didn't stop him from invading my anus and fingering my prostate as he sucked my cock. I was rock hard and ready to cum again , commenting on my virility he stood up dropped his trousers and put his large cock to my lips , Take this he said, so I did and in 2 minutes he came in my mouth, so I swallowed like he did. Good he said , then went back to my cock and arse and I exploded my sperm hitting my face thin sperm and only 2 shots but it was still good, the first time I had ever done this . My balls were now going down but he continued to visit for at least 2 more weeks - the dirty bugger. I would now be completely naked and with a rock hard cock waiting for him , so we soon got down to my arse invasion and some cocksucking, he would also remove his trousers completely and I got to see his impressive cock and low hanging balls , I could take his cock deeper in my mouth now and he loved it. I swallowed his cum as he pumped it into my mouth, then he would finger fuck my arse with now 3 fingers deep rubbing my prostate as he wanked my cock which always exploded in huge amounts of sperm all over my face and shoulders . I have to thank that doctor for introducing me to the pleasures of sucking older cock, which I did a LOT of after that, and the pleasures of having my anus invaded .. The visits were now over, but I enjoyed masturbating and having my asshole explored even more. Barry When I was 13, I had a part time job at a greengrocers which had a show stall along the front of the shop. It was owned and run by a guy well known to our family who only had one arm, his left arm from his elbow was false. One evening working
at the shop I was clearing up in the back room when he came up
behind me. I didn't know why but I got an erection and in a couple of minutes came. This was all new to me and wasn't sure what to do next. I was scared to leave or make a fuss as my parents would wonder what had happened. I also knew that the experience had been a pleasurable one and felt guilty for that feeling and for allowing it to happen. The next night
he caught me behind the stall outside the shop and started to
fondle me again. This happened regularly for some two weeks then I left. I have thought
about this on many occasions over some 40 years and wondered
why as I am not gay and have been married for over 50 years.
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