Rube in Prison 2

	As Rube was being wheeled into the doctor’s room, he wondered if his day could actually get any worse. He had already been exposed and embarrassed beyond belief, not to mention his ‘accident’ during the strip search, and now he was going to be seen naked by yet another person, who would probably violate him further.
	Finally they had reached the doctor’s office, which, like the other rooms, had a conspicuous vent on the ceiling. After a moment the guards stepped out of the room, and a man in a white lab coat came in.
	“Hello, I’m Dr. Parker. I’ll be conducting your examination,” he said.
	“Uh… I’m Rube. Nice to meet you.” Rube said, trying to pretend he wasn’t totally naked.
	“Pleasure. Now Ruben, before we start I do have one concern about your health. I saw your ‘performance’ earlier, and I think you may be suffering from premature ejaculation.”
	Rube’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? What do you mean?” he asked.
	“The stimulation from a strip search shouldn’t be enough to make anybody ejaculate. Have you ever noticed problems like this before?”
	“No! I swear it’s never happened in my life!”
	“Oh really?”
	Dr. Parker moved over to a screen on the wall and, after pressing a few buttons, brought up a video of Rube’s strip search. They watched it together, and Rube’s face went red as he saw his own pathetic performance. He hadn’t noticed earlier just how quickly he came from the tools that were assaulting him, but now he saw what little time it took.
	The doctor turned to him and said, “That was less than 20 minutes ago, and you’re already fully erect now.
	Rube tried to avoid looking at the doctor as he said, “I don’t know why this is happening; I’ve never had this problem before. How do you know if it really is premature ejaculation?”
	“There’s only one way to test that,” the doctor said, “I’ll have to use this.”
	He brought out a cylindrical device which looked similar to the one that had tortured Rube earlier. He began to approach Rube with it, which prompted Rube to shout, “Wait! Hold on a minute!”
	The doctor didn’t stop though. He continued to walk closer to Rube, saying, “Don’t struggle, this is necessary for diagnosing you.”
	He crouched down in front of Rube and slid the device over his penis, holding it in place against his struggling hips. He pressed a button on the device and it came to life.
	The first thing that Rube noticed was the intensity; this device seemed much more rigorous than the last one. It vibrated intensely, and it had a sucking ability, which pulled Rube’s dick into its soft, lubricated walls. It was as though it was rigged to make Rube cum as fast as possible, and indeed, in just a few moments, Rube shot his second load of the day, some of which dripped out of the hole and onto his lap. The device stopped with a beep, and the doctor looked up at Rube, who was desperately wishing he would drop dead.
	“That was less than ten seconds,” he said.
	“I couldn’t help it,” Rube replied, “It was too intense.”
	“The average time for this device is five minutes.”
	The doctor pulled the device off of Rube, which left a string of cum behind. Using a wet towel, the doctor wiped down Rube’s crotch.
	“Amazing,” he said, “I think you’re already starting to grow erect again. You can definitely expect some follow-up appointments, to see what we’ll do about your condition.”
	With that, the guards came back and wheeled Rube out into the hallway.
	“Do I get a uniform now?” he asked.
	“Not yet, we’re going to give you a shower first,” replied one of the guards.
	“Of course you are,” Rube thought.
	He was brought into a room which looked similar to the strip search room, except everything was white and there were drains on the floor. The guards undid his restraints and, like before, he was forced into a standing position inside the circular platform. After he stepped in, warm water began coming down from multiple hoses in the top platform, and the guards each took a spot around him. Some had hoses, and some had tools which looked like long poles with sponges on the end. They took turns lathering up a part of his body, then spraying the soap off with a hose.
	Rube figured they were going to make him cum again, and, as expected, a sponge came and started to lather up his dick. This time, though, he figured he would just sit back and enjoy it. The sponge did feel kind of nice, with its warm, soft material spreading the slippery soap around his dick, so Rube closed his eyes, tilted his head back and just let it scrub. Suddenly, however, it stopped.
	“Are you seriously humping the sponge!?” asked one of the guards.
	“No, I was just-“
	“What the hell? Someone spray him!”
	A guard pointed a hose at Rube’s crotch, which began to spray freezing cold water. Rube yelled in shock, and the guard said, “We’re going to have to cut this short, take him to his room.”
	The hoses stopped and Rube fell to the floor as the restraints let go of him. Three guards grabbed his wet body roughly, and they began to drag him out of the room and through the hallway. They threw him into a cell, and the door slammed behind him.
	“Wait!” he shouted, “You still didn’t give be any clothes!”

To be continued (maybe)