0 comments/ 33670 views/ 9 favorites The Amazing Dr. Rossi By: fmcchris "Now this patient hasn't had an ejaculation in the past year and a half," said Dr. Rossi, staring dubiously at the flaccid cock that belonged to the handsome young man on the gurney. He had been an unwilling participant in this clinical trial and had to be secured with restraining clamps on all four of his limbs. And due to his vociferous and frequent outbursts, it had been found necessary to tape his mouth shut. It had been his wife's suggestion that he volunteer for the experiment, and at first he willingly obliged. But, when he failed to respond to all treatments, she had ordered the doctor to resort to any and all means necessary to restore his sexual functioning, which she believed was the only way to salvage their marriage. She sat on a chair next to him, comforting him with words of encouragement. But for all her appeasements, the patient wriggled furiously to and fro seeking escape from his bonds. With his mouth taped shut he could only look on helplessly as he awaited his fate. Dr. Allison Rossi was a tall, commanding woman who exuded a professional authority that had won her the respect and admiration of her peers. At only twenty-seven, she had already received international acclaim for her work in advanced biogenetics, and this latest clinical demonstration would only serve to advance her career to even greater heights. To look at her, with her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and her white lab coat hiding the ample bosom behind it, one would never know that the bespectacled young woman bore a very close resemblance to Christina Hendrix, the American actress who played Joan Harris on the AMC cable television series "Mad Men". Jill, her close friend and the nurse who was now positioning her hands around both the base and tip of the patient's penis, had often remarked that if the doctor had only dyed her hair red, she would be a dead ringer for the beautiful actress. But Dr. Rossi was a woman who had long ago decided to devote her life to science, and the vanity that was usually concomitant with superior beauty had never manifested itself within the confines of her exalted intellect. She was, first and foremost, a scientist. "Even the EJAX-472 drug has proven to be ineffective in bringing about the desired result," the doctor continued. The thick glass window separating the lab area from the viewing room allowed the spectators on the other side, all of whom were women, to watch impassively as Dr. Rossi performed what she euphemistically called a "spermatic disencumbrance," a forced masturbation technique employed to completely rid a patient's testicles of semen. Her procedure was holistically based and was used where other methods had failed. "I can't believe EJAX had no effect on him," Mary Kate Olsen said from the other side of the partition, her voice amplified by an internal PA system. "I thought it worked with everybody." The Olsen Clinic was the latest addition to the downtown Manhattan landscape, occupying one square block of prime real estate that had been sold off recently to the twins' investment firm, Dual Star. The sisters had spent over 100 million dollars to build the Clinic after their brother Trent had experienced severe penile trauma encountered in an automobile accident. After several weeks of intense treatment by various methods, he was finally cured of his ejaculatory problems by the novel methods of Dr. Rossi. The famous actress and fashion designer, along with her sister Ashley who stood beside her, had been invited to attend the experiment to witness further proof of Dr. Rossi's procedure. "No, Mary Kate," the doctor replied. "Not with everybody." The doctor watched Jill expertly masturbate the patient's cock as his wife looked on with a sympathetic smile. "What about 'Spermator,'" Ashley inquired. "Have you tried that?" "Yes. But it was equally ineffectual." The doctors and other medical staff surrounding the twins watched intently as Jill's hands worked on the patient's cock, her fluid motions revealing long years of practice. "Slow, easy strokes," Dr. Rossi advised the red-haired beauty. "Keep your thumb in constant contact with his frenulum while you stroke the shaft with your other hand. I'll stimulate his prostate. If we do this in tandem we should achieve excellent results." Jill nodded and positioned her hands according to the doctor's directions. The patient's wife watched interestedly as the nurse's right hand glided effortlessly up and down her husband's penis while her left thumb teased the sensitive strip of flesh under the glans. "That's good," the doctor said. "Do not deviate or cease from what you are doing." The young man moaned softly as his prick responded favorably to the nurse's skilled touch. "I think he likes that," the wife said to Jill. "He's starting to get an erection." "How does that feel, Mr. Wilson?" Jill asked him. Mr. Wilson shook his head weakly in the affirmative. "Don't worry, honey," Mrs. Wilson said to her husband. "You're in good hands." It was clearly evident that Mr. Wilson did not like being restrained, and he gave every indication of this at intervals when he tugged on the leather straps that fastened him to the gurney. But the metal clamps the straps were attached to would not budge, and after a while he realized that it was futile to resist. "It's okay, sweetheart," his wife said, enjoying the sight of his hardening cock. "Let the doctor help you." After Jill had spent a few minutes manipulating his penis, the doctor took the gloved index finger of her left hand and applied a small amount of lubricant to it and drew it toward the man's anus. "I'm going to stimulate your prostate now, Mr. Wilson. You'll feel a slight bit of discomfort at first but it will soon subside. Are you ready?" A look of terror came upon Mr. Wilson's face as he struggled to draw his legs together in an effort to avoid the unwelcome intrusion. "He's kind of anal retentive," Mrs. Wilson told the doctor. "Your husband seems to enjoy holding on to things," Dr. Rossi replied. "Including his sperm. Okay, here we go." She slowly inserted her finger into the man's rectum and began to gently and methodically move it around searching for the prostate gland. Mr. Wilson, anticipating unpleasantness, found the sensation of having his anus probed rather enjoyable. He stopped fidgeting and allowed himself to be consoled by his wife's comforting touch. "Look honey," she said, pointing to his penis. "Look how big you're getting!" It was an impressive specimen. At ten inches it towered over his abdomen like a silent monolith; a sleeping giant awaiting the right combination of circumstances to bring it to life. "What is the name of that new oral treatment you're using, Allison?" asked one of the doctors. "It's a new type of aphrodisiac based upon the atropa belladonna plant." "Beladonna?" the woman replied, frowning as she said it. "All parts of that plant contain strong alkaloids. In the proper dosage it will increase desire, but an overdose will lead to respiratory paralysis. Surely you know that." "Not to mention that it has hallucinogenic properties," another woman noted. Dr. Rossi chuckled. "Not to worry, ladies. I have genetically engineered the protein and all radical elements have been removed. The belladonna is combined with several organic herbs like cacao, ginkgo, and others that are known to incite sexual desire in men. Used in conjunction with the physical treatment we are now applying to the patient, we will succeed in producing an ejaculation where EJAX-472, Spermator, and other synthetic-based remedies might fail." "Do you have a name for this liquid wonder of yours?" Mary Kate asked the doctor. "Yes. I call it 'Stimulata'." Mr. Wilson's cock, standing fully erect and already beginning to show signs of pre-cum at the tip, now became the center of attention. Jill's magnificent handjob coupled with the prostate stimulation and a generous dose of Stimulata injected directly into his scrotum earlier in the day had produced a monstrous erection that drew gasps from every woman in the room. Impressive as his cock was, one couldn't help but notice that his scrotum also was abnormally large, distended beyond its normal dimensions to accommodate the prodigious increase in sperm production. His genitals were, in effect, a time bomb waiting to go off. "I think we can expect a robust ejaculation, nurse," Dr. Rossi said to her assistant as she plied Mr. Wilson's prostate with great care. "I'm looking forward to it, doctor," Jill replied, as she stole a glance at Mrs. Wilson who was cradling her husband's head in her arms. "Look at his testicles," the doctor said. "You never see that kind of distension without a full and energetic release of semen." "I would love to see that!" Mrs. Wilson said abruptly. "It's been such a long time since he's had an orgasm." "Well you won't have to wait much longer. Now if Mr. Wilson will behave himself I'll remove the tape from his mouth because I would really like to get his feedback. What do you say, Mr. Wilson?" The man grunted and shook his head indicating he would comply. "Good. Mrs. Wilson, if you wouldn't mind." Mrs. Wilson did as she was told and the patient inhaled deeply once the sticky tape was removed. "How are we doing?" the doctor asked him. "There's a hell of a lot of pressure down there, doc," he replied, taking short, but rapid, breaths. "But it feels damn good!" The doctor smiled as she continued to fondle his asshole. "Stimulation of the prostate gland will give you that pressurized sensation. Once your orgasm begins it will dissipate." "Well I feel like I'm going to shoot off pretty soon!" he said, gasping for air. "Yes, I can see that." "But I have to tell you that I'm really pissed off at being forced into this!" "I'm sorry, honey," Mrs. Wilson said, kissing him gently on the cheek. "But you wouldn't listen to reason." "You call this reasonable? I'm being forced against my will." At that moment, Jill gave his penis an energetic tug and Mr. Wilson groaned with pleasure. "You see," Mrs. Wilson laughed. "You're enjoying this despite yourself." "I hate what you're doing to me, doctor," he said, ignoring his wife. "And with all these other women looking on too. It's obscene." "It's all in the name of science, Mr. Wilson. "Now please refrain from making any untoward remarks or I'll have to shut you up again." He was going to reply, thought the better of it, and sunk his head back into his wife's arms. The women continued to manipulate his body, and for a short time not a word was spoken. "Tell me what you're feeling," Dr. Rossi said to him. "There's still a lot of pressure down there." "Take a deep breath and relax," she replied as she looked over at Jill whose right hand stroked his pulsating prick with devastating speed. "He's getting close," Jill said, putting all her effort into making him climax. "Is everyone looking at this?" Dr. Rossi asked her audience. "There's no place else to look!" Mary Kate replied, stating the obvious. The thirty or so other women behind the glass focused their collective gaze on Jill's unforgiving handjob and barely spoke a word in anticipation of witnessing Mr. Wilson's climax. "Remember," the doctor said to the nurse. "As soon as you see him start to ejaculate, stop masturbating him and squeeze the base of his shaft hard. And don't take your thumb off his frenulum." "Yes, doctor," she replied, without taking her eyes off her work. "But stopping..." "My control over his prostate will force an ejaculation without your having to do anything. Just sit back and enjoy the fireworks." During this time Mary Kate and Ashley could barely hide their enthusiasm as they watched the doctor and Jill expertly guide the handsome man toward orgasm. They had seen many a prick explode its thick, white contents before, with many of those exemplary cumshots having been provoked by their very own hands. When they had heard of Dr. Rossi's holistic approach to the treatment of male ejaculatory dysfunction they contacted her and asked her to head the Clinic, to which the doctor readily agreed. Being deeply involved in the environmental movement, both sisters relished the idea of supporting a novel medical technique that was organically based and which had proven to be so beneficial in treating their brother's condition. "What exactly are you doing to his prostate, doctor?" Ashley asked. "I'm actually controlling it," she replied. "By manipulating the prostate gland I can time exactly when he will ejaculate. It's similar to when you bring a man to the point of orgasm and then immediately stop masturbating him. By doing that many times you create a lot pressure in the scrotal sac, and when he does finally ejaculate, it's almost always a very robust one. The impact of my technique will result in a greater discharge of sperm, both in volume, speed of emission, and quality." "Your tri-lateral approach is very intriguing, Dr. Rossi," one of her colleagues commented. "I'm anxious to see the results of your findings." Just then Mr. Wilson let out a loud groan. "I think you're going to see some results very soon," Mary Kate said to the woman. Jill continued to masturbate Mr. Wilson but she looked concerned. "Doctor, I think the patient is..." "He's not quite there yet, nurse. Keep stroking." The doctor relaxed her hand and withdrew her finger from Mr. Wilson's rectum. The other nurse, a young girl of twenty with short black hair, stared into the computer screen behind the patient's head. "What's the readout say?" she asked the girl. "All functions are perfectly normal except for an elevation in blood pressure and respiration." The doctor nodded approvingly. "We're almost there." Encouraging Jill to increase the speed of her handjob, Dr. Rossi took a moment to speak to her audience. "I stopped massaging his prostate because it is the intervals between stimulation in which sperm volume is increased. I want to provoke the most intense orgasm possible in order to completely empty the testes. It is better for the patient and it certainly will provide a much better show for you." The women found her comment highly amusing. "I can tell you from my own experience, doctor," Mary Kate said, "that when I delay a guy's orgasm he always shoots out tons more spunk. It's like these...ropes...ropes of cum all over the place." Dr. Rossi laughed. "That's exactly right, Mary Kate. And 'ropes' is a good way to describe such an orgasm. Do you find that true as well, Ashley?" The older twin looked at her sister and smiled. "I'm not as good as MK when it comes to giving handjobs. I usually feel sorry for the guy and let him cum right away." The doctor frowned. "Sex should never be rushed. The next time take things a bit slower. You take control and don't let him ejaculate until you are ready for him to do so. Believe me, he'll thank you for it." Ashley accepted her advice with equanimity. "I will," she said. "I guarantee you that you will be rewarded with the satisfaction of knowing you stimulated your lover to the highest degree possible—a stupefying ejaculation! Isn't that what we all want to see ladies? The women agreed wholeheartedly. "Good, because that's what you're all going to see right now!" Dr. Rossi turned her attention to the patient who was now begging for relief. "For God's sake!" he moaned aloud. "Make me cum!" The doctor inserted her finger once again into his anus. "Okay, Mr. Wilson. It's time for you to get rid of all that nasty sperm." As she worked her finger in and around his prostate gland, Mr. Wilson screamed aloud. It was not a scream of pain but of intense pleasure. "Holy fuck!" he exclaimed, thrusting his hips upwards into Jill's furiously stroking hand. "I'm coming!" At that very moment a thick wad of semen shot out of his prick and sailed across the room, splashing into the glass partition with such force that several unique streams of spunk were created from the initial impact. The unexpected route of the trajectory made everyone gasp in awe. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Mary Kate exclaimed, too astonished to do anything but stare at the ample load as it cascaded down toward the bottom of the partition. "That's got to be at least fifteen feet, easy!" Ashley was too stunned to offer any coherent reply. But the twins, and their medical friends, did not have time to ponder the impressive cumshot for long, because Mr. Wilson was about to launch another gargantuan blast. Dr. Rossi and her staff, just as astonished as everyone else at the mammoth ejaculation provoked by their combined efforts, somehow managed to retain their professional composure and assiduously worked on Mr. Wilson's genitals, forcing out a series of rich, multiple ejaculations that made the first eruption pall by comparison. Huge ropes of hot cream shot up into the air high above the women's heads and impacted the lighting fixtures above them while portions of the ejaculate struck the glass partition where the twins were standing. One especially virulent explosion made contact with a lonely cactus plant that sat atop Dr. Rossi's desk. And a few well-placed shots even ended up being deposited conveniently into a waste paper basket twenty feet away. "Oh, my God!" Jill cried, stroking Mr. Wilson's cock with every ounce of strength she had and laughing hysterically at the incomprehensible amount of sperm being ejected by his penis. "This is incredible, doctor!" Mr. Wilson could barely understand what was happening to him. Strapped down like an animal and having absolutely no control over his own orgasm, all he could do was to watch in stupefied horror as his loins released one hot jet of sperm after the other, all instigated by the beautiful doctor's manipulation of his prostate gland. Mrs. Wilson, on the other hand, beamed with joy every time another strand of ejaculate disappeared into the void. For her this meant a new and hopefully improved sex life, and she relished every spurt. "Look at it all!" she exclaimed as her husband's prick surrendered rope after rope of spunk into the air, with a good portion of it ending up in her own clothes and hair. "Isn't this just fucking marvelous?" "It looks like your three-pronged approach really works, Allison!" cried an excited colleague. The sight of seeing so much cum being deposited generously around the room finally drove both Mary Kate and Ashley into fits of laughter. The doctors and nurses couldn't help but shriek with laughter themselves at the ongoing onslaught of semen that flew out of Mr. Wilson's cock with each upward pull of Jill's hand. "God damn it, Allison!" one woman screeched. "I hope you have your hands insured!" It was now almost a full minute and Mr. Wilson's ejaculating tool was showing no sign of relenting. Jill continued to masturbate his cock with bold, defiant strokes; employing a technique that bespoke of years of practice in the masturbatory arts. Both of her hands were now completely covered over in cum, yet she kept up an incredible pace that would have forced a less physically powerful woman to give up in despair. She laughed every time she coaxed another sticky load up into the air, savoring each spurt as if it had been her own singular effort, instead of the combined efforts of herself, Dr. Rossi, and the miraculous Stimulata drug, that was responsible for his massive eruptions. For his part, Mr. Wilson could not help but lay frozen in place, his entire body completely inert except for the energized slab of meat between his legs that spewed out load after load of stringy ejaculate. Between the superlative handjob, the prostate massage, and the wondrous herbal concoction he had been injected with, he could not help but deliver up every ounce of sperm his body could produce. It was an unusual feeling for him to be so completely out of control and his fate left in the hands of these masterful women. But as much as he hated being at their mercy, he discovered that there was a distinct feeling of elation in his forced subjugation; a feeling of heightened libido that was, paradoxically, empowering in itself. Never in his life had he felt so sexually thrilled and alive. And now, as the second minute mark elapsed and his prick was still shooting out streams of creamy cum, he found himself actually enjoying the joy of being totally out of control. The Amazing Dr. Rossi Mary Kate, Ashley, and every other woman in the room were feeling a similar kind of euphoria. Many of them could not help but be turned on by the singularly lustful exhibition, and the voyeuristic nature of the prurient spectacle added its own perverse element to Mr. Wilson's ejaculatory performance. Known for their predilection for anything fetishistic, including a fondness for big cocks and giant cumshots, Mary Kate and Ashley watched the show with fascination and amusement. Mary Kate, especially, got very horny whenever she witnessed any major expulsion of semen. "I love these huge fucking ropes!" she told Ashley, as one giant wad of spunk splashed into the glass window above their heads. "It makes me so hot!" Ashley, being more demure than her outgoing sister, usually reacted in a steadfastly equanimous fashion when confronted with such outrageous sexual spectacles. But it was impossible for her not to be affected by what she was seeing. The lascivious, exemplary nature of the event was such that no one, not herself, Mary Kate, nor the doctors and medical staff in attendance, could avoid being overcome with desire. Some were better at hiding their lustful feelings, but Ashley shared the same fondness as Mary Kate for those "huge fucking ropes" and she found herself just as enraptured at the sight as her more candid and outspoken sibling. "Did I just see him shoot three loads at once?" she asked Mary Kate, as she pointed to one corner of the room where she had seen the ejaculate land. "Yes! Yes!" Mary Kate, exclaimed. "Three fucking shots of cum! My panties are fucking soaked!" Both girls couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably. "This if fucking unbelievable!" Ashley managed to say, barely able to catch her breath. "Imagine if Dr. Swensen were here to see this?" Mary Kate said, doubled over with laughter. "I think she'd be jealous!" "I think she'd be fucking flipping out!" Just then another long and stringy load splashed into the partition not far from where they were standing, creating a monstrous explosion of tiny globules that splattered onto the glass like heavy rain. The other women in the room with the twins reacted with both laughter and bemusement. "I'm going to have a hard time explaining this to my husband," Dr. Rossi's colleague commented wryly. "You'd think he's frosting a god damn cake!" her associate noted. A young and pretty intern followed the stream of spunk as it snaked down onto the floor. "I'll have to try out Dr. Rossi's approach on my boyfriend." "I'd take out some life insurance first!" her friend said dryly. No one could help but be both startled and entertained by Mr. Wilson's superb ejaculatory performance. By this time the room was fairly soiled with his creamy effluence, and it looked like he was in no danger of stopping any time soon. "I am so loving this!" Mary Kate exclaimed. "I wish I could make a guy's cock cum like that!" "I think you do pretty well for yourself," Ashley replied, as she contemplated the newly formed sperm mosaic on the glass. "Look at all that spunk." "Oh, come on Ash. Are you kidding? You can't tell me you wouldn't want to be able to make a guy cum like this." Ashley laughed. "As long as I'm wearing some kind of protective gear!" For the next minute Mr. Wilson contributed another quart of his precious seed toward the interior decoration of the lab. Finally, at just after the three-minute mark, his orgasm subsided, ending in an astounding triple cumshot that flew up and hit the ceiling with incredible speed. It was like watching the ending of a Fourth of July celebration with the fireworks increasing in intensity toward the very end of the performance. The glass partition was literally awash with cum, and the room looked like it would require the services of a professional cleaning team to get rid of the vast amounts of spunk that now saturated almost every piece of medical equipment within it. Dr. Rossi's holistic approach had been a resounding success. The women, awed by what they had seen, gave her a hearty round of applause. "Amazing!" a middle-aged doctor said to Dr. Rossi. "Allison, you're a genius!" Dr. Rossi, her hands dripping with sperm, reached for a towel and bowed her head politely and smiled. "Thank you Dr. Monroe. But let's not forget to thank Mr. Wilson and my nurse Jill for their contributions as well." Mr. Wilson was too overcome with exhaustion to say anything except to nod his head in weak acknowledgment for the loud round of applause offered him. Jill, too, was looking quite tired. And as she reached for a towel she merely shook her head and sat down next to Mr. Wilson's wife, who was now smiling from ear to ear. "Isn't this just wonderful?" she gushed. "Don't you think it's wonderful, nurse?" "Yes," Jill replied. "For all concerned." Mrs. Wilson wrapped her arms around her husband and kissed him repeatedly on the face. "Maybe we can start planning on having some kids now honey," she said sweetly. Mr. Wilson only groaned. ************ "What exactly is this herbal formula comprised of?" Mary Kate asked Dr. Rossi after they had exited the lab and were walking toward the main entrance of the building. "I can tell you that the bulk of the ingredients can be found in almost any health food store. But there are a few more exotic components..." "Like the belladonna..." "Yes, and a few others that I'm not at liberty to divulge." "Why?" "Because they are a patented formulation that is based upon my genetic research." "Professional trade secret, doctor?" Ashley inquired. "Professional trade secret." Mary Kate walked a few paces and suddenly halted. "I see a fortune in this," she said to Dr. Rossi, sounding like the quintessential entrepreneur she really was. "I've discussed this with Ashley and we would like to help you bring your invention to market." Dr. Rossi smiled generously. "Not so fast ladies. This is not a magic pill in the sense EJAX-472 is. Stimulata is a drug, yes, but it requires a tri-lateral approach in the treatment of male ejaculatory dysfunction. Along with the herbal component there is the issue of proper stimulation of the prostate and the correct manipulation of the frenulum. These methods cannot be learned from simply reading a manual. They require a dedicated hands-on approach." "Well, what's to stop you from giving classes here?" Ashley asked. "You or some of your trained staff could instruct others in your techniques." "For a price of course," Mary Kate added. "Of course," agreed Ashley. "You would hold the patent for the herbal formula and MK and I would have our company market it for you in conjunction with training classes that we could hold in various clinics around the world." "Think of the money and prestige," Mary Kate said to the doctor. "All those guys who have trouble shooting out a load will be on their knees praising your name just like they did with Dr. Swensen a few years ago." "I'm not after money and prestige," Dr. Rossi replied. "I simply want to help people—and to be acknowledged for my work." "You will be acknowledged, Allison," Ashley said, trying to appeal to her altruistic instincts. "Look at it this way. MK and I wouldn't be here right now if you hadn't helped our brother with his problem. You gave him a solution when no one else could. I'd say that's helping people in the most fundamental way." The doctor smiled and looked out toward the bustling throng of people just beyond the huge glass doors leading out to the street beyond. "The joy I felt in helping to cure Trent was its own reward. It was the best thing I ever did with my life." Ashley was deeply touched by the sincerity of Dr. Rossi's words. She reached out and touched the doctor's hand as if in silent understanding. "You have a tremendous gift to heal people. We just want to make your discovery known to the world so that others can benefit from your knowledge." "I only want to know one thing, Allison," Mary Kate said. "Ash and I couldn't be here to see our brother's treatment. But Mr. Wilson...well, are all guys capable of having those kinds of mind-blowing orgasms using your technique?" Dr. Rossi thought for a moment and then shook her head. "Of course not all individuals react in the same way to treatment. But I would say, and with positive certainty, that the ejaculations we just witnessed from Mr. Wilson are possible to all men if they follow my directions to the letter." "Are you serious?" "Don't get me wrong, Mary Kate. The orgasm you just witnessed can happen once, maybe twice, but that's it. Then it's back to normal." Ashley laughed and patted the doctor on the back. "If it comes down to having a once in a lifetime orgasm like that, I think most guys will be sleeping with your manual under their pillows." ************ The launch event for Stimulata took place at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Manhattan a few months later. The twins and their impressive public relations machine made sure that the event received major coverage in all the social media. Dr. Rossi was interviewed by all three major television networks prior to the official launch. She made it known how grateful she was to both Mary Kate and Ashley for their solid support in bringing her unique three-tiered system to the attention of the world at large. "I couldn't have done it without them," the doctor had told Barbara Walters of "The View" in reference to the financial support she received from the Olsen sisters that allowed her to bring her creation to life. "But more than that," she continued, "the love and friendship they have shown me knows no bounds. Those girls are angels and I love them both." "Is it true the Olsen sisters took their brother Trent to see you for some kind of sexual problem he was having?" Ms. Walters had asked. "Yes. He was suffering from retrograde ejaculation and MK and Ashley brought him to see me at the Clinic. Once I had diagnosed his ailment I knew that he would be a perfect candidate for my procedure." "What were the results?" "A complete turnaround. He now experiences normal ejaculations." "Mary Kate told me that she's seen the results of your treatment. She said that the patients' ejaculations were quite energetic." "They can be. That's why I advise anyone practicing my technique to wear a raincoat." The doctor meant this to be taken seriously but the audience and Ms. Walters found it highly amusing. "Should they use an umbrella too?" Ms. Walters jibed. Not one to suffer gladly the sleight of one-upmanship, Dr. Rossi replied succinctly: "Well, I wouldn't exactly call it singing in the rain." Beyond this rather perfunctory interview, some inquisitors took a more aggressive stance, demanding to know exactly how such powerful ejaculations could be induced by what they seemed to think was an unproven scientific approach. Holism aside, they wanted to know what specific ingredients in the herbal formula were responsible for inducing such exemplary orgasms. In such cases the doctor replied much as she had to Mary Kate: it was a trade secret; a patented formula that she would share with no one. Of course by practicing such obfuscation she only succeeded in piquing their curiosity even more. But although she had a right to protect her creation, which was, in legal terms, her intellectual property and therefore safeguarded by law, the media pundits never lost an opportunity to get her to divulge her medical secrets. Regardless of the doctor's feelings on this issue, in the Olsen sisters' view this maneuvering between the science and social communities worked like a charm. It kept the doctor and her creation in the public eye, and there was nothing better for sales than keeping a product current by pushing it constantly in the media. "Those news people can wonder all they like," Mary Kate said to Dr. Rossi as they sat together at the ceremony. "It's good for business." "Always keep them guessing, Allison," Ashley added. "Always." "Well, people have a right to know what they're putting into their bodies, FDA rules notwithstanding. And I tell them. But the manner in which I formulate the product is my secret." Thanks to the Olsen's aggressive marketing campaign, Stimulata—and Dr. Rossi—became well-known throughout the world in only a matter of weeks. Stimulata clinics rose up in almost every major city and men from all over the world came to be cured of their ejaculatory dysfunction. Men who had experienced ejaculatory problems for years applied her technique with remarkable success, often eschewing other traditional-based medicines entirely in favor of her holistic approach. Not long after the introduction of Stimulata on the market, the actor Tom Cruise made an impassioned endorsement on its efficacy, explaining in a rather blunt but honest way in a major TV ad that his sex life was never better. After that, everyone, from the elites on down, sang praises of the powerful new technique. In a very short while, Dr. Allison Rossi became the new poster girl for a new brand of scientific approach that relied less on established medical practices and more upon the organic, tripartite paradigm of combinatory medicinal techniques. "We have with us today," said one famous female CBS television anchor during an early evening broadcast, "the remarkable woman who, along with her novel holistic cure for male ejaculatory dysfunction, has revolutionized the medical industry. Her name is Dr. Allison Rossi—the 'amazing' Dr. Rossi as she is now called—and she joins us here now in our studio. Welcome, Dr. Rossi." "Thank you for having me." "A lot of claims are made for your product. Does Stimulata really work?" " From the studies we've done over the past seven months, approximately ninety-eight percent of men who have implemented the Stimulata program have had positive results." "What about the other two percent?" "They responded poorly or not at all." "Is there a reason why these two percent did not respond to your program?" "There will always be those individuals who for reasons both physiological and psychological will not respond. This can be said of any drug, procedure, or treatment—holistic or not. I find the ninety-eight percent positive response rate very encouraging." "Do you make house calls?" "On occasion." And so it went. Guest talks, special appearances, honors, and awards of all kinds followed Dr. Rossi's unprecedented success. She was quoted in every major newspaper, was interviewed by "Time," "Newsweek," and other high profile magazines, and even did a thirty-second ad spot for her product on national television. But most significantly, she was hailed by her medical peers as the progenitor of a unique and highly effective treatment that had benefited millions of men throughout the world. For that she was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. "I don't know what to say," she remarked as she accepted the award in Oslo City Hall in Norway. "I really had no idea that my research would be so successful. But it has, and for that I am grateful." More awards and honors followed, and her prestige grew accordingly. She became Times' "Woman of the Year" and her technique was unanimously hailed in the New England Journal of Medicine. Men all over world regarded her as their guardian angel—the patron saint of the male reproductive system—or "Mother Fertility" as she was fondly referred to. A year had passed since the implementation of her holistic program in various cities around the world and through it all the Olsen sisters had provided her with solid financial backing and moral support. Despite her reluctance to wear the mantle of celebrity, she nonetheless took to the role with modest acquiescence, learning to field questions with rhetorical aplomb and manipulate the press to her own advantage—techniques that she had learned first-hand from the masters of the art themselves—the Olsen's. In time she had become just as adept as they in handling the scores of reporters, media pundits, and others who sought, if only for a moment, to bask in her glory. All of her varied successes inevitably led her to write a book on the subject of "Stimulata". But instead of writing a technical treatise on her research, she decided to write the book more from a personal and non-technical perspective that would appeal to the layman, as well as the medical professional. Both Ashley and Mary Kate had advocated strongly for such a book, believing as they did, and rightly so, that appealing to the average reader would endear her audience to her and help promote her methods. It was a clever piece of marketing that served two functions: it would create an image of the doctor that was warm, caring, and friendly, thus countering the long-held belief that medical professionals were inherently cold and indifferent to their patients; and it would entice people to purchase her training program. The subsequent success of the book had proved the Olsen's theory correct, and Dr. Rossi enjoyed an even greater popularity, finding herself a frequent guest on both radio and TV talk shows in America and abroad. In the midst of this success, Dr. Rossi got a call from Dr. Helen Paget, the director of sex education studies at Columbia University Medical Center in Manhattan and a prominent urologist in her own right. She asked Dr. Rossi if she would like to attend a class she was teaching on male ejaculatory dysfunction for both nurses and fourth-year medical students. She explained that she would be demonstrating the effectiveness of Stimulata and other masturbatory techniques, and that the class component would be augmented with a real-world demonstration in one of the university's labs. Dr. Rossi replied that she would be delighted to attend and asked if she could invite the Olsen sisters to come along. Dr. Paget replied that she would be more than happy to have the twins attend, and the following week Dr. Rossi, along with Mary Kate and Ashley, took a limo to visit the school. During the ride Mary Kate related some interesting information to the doctor. "Ash and I did some research on Dr. Prescott, the chief of staff at Columbia," she began. "It seems he's not what he appears to be." "I don't understand." "I don't have the time to go into details now. All I'm asking is that you let me handle everything." Dr. Rossi looked perplexed. "Has he done something unethical?" "Let's just say he's not the nice guy he pretends to be." A short while later the trio walked into the doctor's class, whose entire female contingent, swelled to more than fifty people due to the popularity of the subject matter, threatened to spill out into the corridor. "Oh, Dr. Rossi," Dr. Paget said as she greeted her colleague warmly, "it is so nice of you to come. And I can't tell you what a pleasure it is for me to welcome you Mary Kate and Ashley. We have three seats reserved for you right up here in front. Please sit down." Although Dr. Paget had informed her class that Dr. Rossi and the twins would be attending, the class could not hide their enthusiasm at seeing these famous celebrities in their midst. It took several minutes to quiet the excited students down, but Dr. Paget finally managed to get her class under control, much to the amusement of her esteemed guests. 'Dr. Rossi has graciously offered to explain her techniques here in class," Dr. Paget began. "After that, we will proceed to Lab 101 for a practical demonstration of these techniques." After giving the class a short history on male erectile and ejaculation dysfunction, Dr. Paget turned the class over to Dr. Rossi, who then began to offer the students a more detailed explanation of her three-pronged approach and the wonder drug, Stimulata. "So Stimulata in and of itself is not enough to promote ejaculation?" asked a pretty, blonde fourth-year medical student. The Amazing Dr. Rossi "No," Dr. Rossi replied. "Stimulata acts as a precursor to set the necessary conditions prior to ejaculation." "Those conditions being manual stimulation of the prostate." "That is correct." Dr. Rossi turned her back on the class and rested her finger on a large drawing of the male reproductive system. "In normal males, ejaculation occurs in two stages, the emission stage and the expulsion stage. The emission stage involves the workings of several structures of the ejaculatory duct; contractions of the prostate gland, the seminal vesicles, and the vas deferens which push fluids into the bulbourethral glands. The semen is trapped here and it is at this point that males perceive to be the point of no return for orgasm. During the expulsion stage, the muscles at the base of the penis contract in order to propel the seminal fluid trapped in the bulbourethral glands through the urethra and expel it through the tip of the penis. The ejaculate is expelled in spurts, due to the movement of the muscles propelling it. These muscle contractions are related to the sensations of orgasm for the male. However, in males with ejaculatory dysfunction, the seminal fluids never leave the bulbourethral glands. They remain trapped there. Stimulata acts to force the bulbourethral glands to produce a large amount of fluid into the urethra before the ejaculate is expelled. This is not alkaline prostatic fluid but a clear fluid that aids in lubricating the urethra prior to ejaculation. It is insufficient quantities of this clear fluid that inhibits ejaculation in males with this type of dysfunction and what Stimulata works to correct." "And vibrant stimulation of the prostate is a necessary co-factor?" "Yes, but it entails a specific technique that must be taught." "That's all well and good, doctor," said one of the nursing students, a cute girl with jet-black hair. "But your method requires two people to achieve results; one to work the prostate and the other to stimulate the penis. I don't know about you, but I don't think many women are going to tolerate another female in their bedrooms." Dr. Rossi laughed. "Ideally two people would be best. But the man can perform his own masturbation while his partner stimulates his prostate." "I don't know," another medical student said. "The idea of having a ménage à trios sounds pretty good to me!" Her comment caused the class to break into fits of laughter. "I would think the guy is getting the better end of that deal!" another girl quipped. The doctor waited for the room to quiet down and then resumed. "The point is this. Male ejaculatory dysfunction can be cured. It may take several applications but eventually the prostate can be trained, so to speak, to produce enough clear fluid to provide men with a satisfying ejaculation by simply masturbating." "I can't wait to see a demonstration of your technique," Dr. Paget said, beaming at her colleague. "I'm ready any time you are, doctor." Lab 101 looked more like an oversized conference room than a traditional medical laboratory. It was designed specifically for large groups of medical professionals to observe medical procedures of all types in a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere. In place of the default conference table, there was an adjustable metal table elevated approximately four feet high, which stood in the middle of the room surrounded by esoteric medical equipment and high-intensity lighting fixtures. The observation platform consisted of a circular ring of seats that rose up gradually, allowing people in the rows behind an unimpeded view of the proceedings. If it weren't for the medical gadgetry, one would think one was sitting in an elegantly designed living room. Dr. Paget led Dr. Rossi, Mary Kate, Ashley, and the fifty or so laughing and giggling students into the lab, telling them to occupy the first two rows of seats. Once the class and the visitors were seated, Dr. Paget turned to Dr. Rossi. "The floor is yours doctor." "Thank you," Dr. Rossi replied, getting up from her seat. "Would you like a lab coat?" "I don't think I'll need one." It was not often that Dr. Rossi had a chance to demonstrate her technique first-hand, and when she did she preferred to do away with the lab coat because it sometimes instilled anxiety and fear in her patients. In choosing to wear a smart, gray business suit with a low cut blouse that accentuated her large and shapely breasts, she realized that it would do far more to help a man relax and remain sexually aroused than if she wore the dreaded white coat. "Now for the purposes of this demonstration we are going to need a volunteer," Dr. Paget said to the students. So impatient were the girls to take part in the novel program that almost every hand was raised simultaneously. Dr. Paget quickly scanned the entire group, her eyes resting at last on the inquisitive eighteen-year-old nurse with the jet-black hair. "Amy," the doctor said. "Come up here please." Amy was all smiles as she walked toward the center of the room where the two doctors stood side by side. "Dr. Rossi," Dr. Paget began. "Before we bring in the subject, would you please explain to Amy what you are going to do?" "Of course. Amy, what I will show you is how to manually stimulate the prostate gland in order to effect ejaculation. The technique must be performed in a specific way otherwise the results will be unsatisfactory. Now let's put on our gloves and get our hands lubed up." As Amy and Dr. Rossi were putting on their gloves a nurse approached Dr. Paget and informed her that the male subject for the demonstration had taken ill and was no longer available. "I can't believe this!" Dr. Paget complained. "He was fine earlier this morning when I called him." "I think he may have gotten cold feet, doctor," the nurse said. "Well this is just terrible. Where are we going to find a man with ejaculatory dysfunction at this hour?" She looked at her colleague. "Dr. Rossi?" "I'm sorry Helen. Not at this short notice." Mary Kate and Ashley suddenly rose from their seats and approached Dr. Paget. "I think you should know that your chief of staff has ejaculatory dysfunction," Mary Kate stated bluntly. The doctor looked stunned. "How in the world would you know that?" "I know because I dated the man several years ago." Dr. Paget stared blankly at Mary Kate and then at Ashley. "Adam Prescott, our chief of staff? You dated him?" "For a few months, yes." "And you're certain he has ejaculatory dysfunction?" Mary Kate nodded. "I can tell you first hand. He even admitted it to me." Dr. Paget's eyes widened. "He admitted it to you?" "Yes. But after the third try I kind of figured it out for myself. I thought I was doing something wrong or that maybe he just wasn't that turned on to me. But it was his problem all along." "This is news to me. I always got the impression that he was quite the ladies' man." "Oh, he is. The only trouble is he can't deliver on his promises. If you know what I mean." Dr. Paget shook her head. "And how exactly is this information going to help us?" "Is Dr. Prescott here now?" Mary Kate asked the nurse. "I believe he's in his office," she replied. "Tell him Mary Kate Olsen is here to see him. He'll come." "This is absurd!" Dr. Paget said to Mary Kate. "Do you think the chief of staff is going to willingly offer his body for the purpose of this demonstration?" "No, I don't," Mary Kate said flatly. "I'll have to persuade him." "And how in heaven's name are you going to do that? I know Adam Prescott. He's the kind of man who likes to be in control. Do you really think you're going to convince him to strip off his clothes and calmly lie on the exam table while Dr. Rossi performs her treatment in front of us and fifty other young women? You must be out of your mind, Mary Kate." "You should never underestimate my sister, doctor," Ashley said to Dr. Paget. "If she says she can persuade him, you should believe her." The doctor laughed scornfully. "Forgive me but this idea of yours is completely preposterous. Even if Dr. Prescott were inclined to undergo treatment, he's got too much damn pride to ask for help. And he certainly wouldn't compromise his position as chief of staff by allowing himself to be the subject of such a prurient experiment. I suggest we cancel the demonstration until a suitable candidate can be found." She turned to Dr. Rossi. "What do you think, Allison?" "I think we should at least give Mary Kate's suggestion a shot. If Dr. Prescott is really having ejaculatory problems we'd be doing him a huge favor by helping him." "And what if he doesn't want to be helped?" "I think we should let him make that decision." For a few moments the two women stared at each other, having reached an impasse. It was Ashley who broke the silence. "Tell your nurse to go and fetch Dr. Prescott," she said to Dr. Paget. "Please." Reluctantly, Dr. Paget gave the nurse the order to find the doctor. About five minutes later Dr. Prescott was led into the room by the nurse. As soon as he walked in through the door he immediately began searching for his former lover. "Mary Kate!" he shouted. "Are you here?" "Right here, Adam!" she replied, moving to greet him. He was a tall, good-looking man of thirty-eight, with huge blue eyes and dark brown hair only now beginning to show the first signs of gray around the temples. Upon seeing her he smiled warmly and threw his arms around her. "This is a most pleasant surprise! I'm so glad to see you! How are you?" "I'm fine," she replied, returning his hug. He then took Ashley in his arms and hugged her too. "God, you two always look so beautiful. What brings you to Columbia?" The doctor had been so excited to hear that Mary Kate was at the hospital that he ignored the nurse when she informed him that Dr. Rossi was also in attendance. When Mary Kate told him that the famous doctor was standing not more than six feet away from him he suddenly assumed a more professional manner and extended his hand to her. "Forgive me, Dr. Rossi," he said shaking her hand vigorously. "No one told me you were here." The nurse looked at him with displeasure. "I did tell you, doctor." "Did you?" "Yes, I did, sir, but you didn't hear me." "That's all right, Dr. Prescott," Dr. Rossi said. "I'm pleased to meet you." "Why didn't you tell me about this, Helen?" he asked Dr. Paget. "I did tell you a few days ago but I guess you forgot." "I can't imagine forgetting something as important as this," he replied good-naturedly. "In any case, it is wonderful to meet you Dr. Rossi." Unknown to anyone but Mary Kate and Ashley, Dr. Prescott was being manipulated by his former lover into doing something he would never have imagined was possible for a man of his station. Even while he was occupied in conversation with Mary Kate and the other two doctors, Ashley was putting a plan into motion that would require the help of the students themselves. The fact that the girls were more than willing to comply made it all the easier."Adam," Mary Kate said, playing up to him in her coy style. "I told the doctors about your problem." "What problem?" he replied looking mystified. "What are you talking about?" "Please Adam. Don't pretend. You know you have a problem ejaculating." "What?" he cried. "Are you serious Mary Kate?" "You can't hide the truth forever. You either have to face it and do something about it or live with your problem for the rest of your life. Is that what you want?" The doctor was clearly taken aback by her audacity. The boldness of her speech, and her direct, blatant approach left him feeling betrayed. For a man used to following strict protocol, not only in his professional career but as a schematic for his own personal life, he was simply out of his league against the intractable, indomitable, determined twin. "This is no place to discuss such matters," he finally answered. "You're way out of line, Mary Kate." "Am I also out of line to mention that you have been expropriating hospital funds?" "What are you talking about?" he said angrily. "Have you lost your mind entirely?" "My mind is functioning perfectly well, thank you," she replied calmly as she stole a glance at her sister. With that one look Ashley knew immediately what had to be done. She silently indicated to two of the girls to go and lock the door leading into the lab while the rest were instructed to get up and form a circle around Mary Kate and the three doctors. Dr. Prescott was so involved in his heated exchange with Mary Kate that he did not realize he was surrounded by the students until they were almost upon him. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, taking notice of the girls for the first time. "Never mind about them, Alex," Dr. Paget said. "Is what Mary Kate said true?" "I'd like to know myself," Dr. Rossi said to Mary Kate. "That's a very serious accusation." "Of course it's not true!" Dr. Prescott cried. "I have never stolen anything from this hospital." He turned to Helen. "You should know that." "There is no way she could know," Mary Kate said. "I didn't even find out until last night. When Dr. Rossi told me we would be paying you a visit I remembered something you told me a long time ago when we were dating. You said that if you played your cards right the university would make you a wealthy man. You said that your doctor's salary wasn't enough for the things you wanted in life and that you had to do something about it. Well, that stuck in my mind all this time. So I did some investigating into your background and I found some interesting things about you. I found out that you've been gambling with stockholder's money and depositing your winnings into offshore accounts to the tune of thirteen million dollars." "This is outrageous! Dr. Prescott exclaimed. "How dare you accuse me of being a thief?" "Oh, it's not just me," she replied, still managing to maintain her composure. "Other people within the university have suspected you for a long time, but they had no hard evidence to go on. That is, until now." "What do you mean until now?" "With the help of a friend I traced the path of the money and it led straight to you. I have enough information on you to take this to the police." "You don't believe this crap, Helen, do you?" Dr. Prescott said to Dr. Paget. "I'm afraid I do," she replied. "I was one of those people who suspected you of embezzling university funds but I could never prove it. I'm the one who helped Mary Kate get to the truth." "Is all this true, Dr. Prescott?" Dr. Rossi asked. "Did you steal the money?" Before he could answer Mary Kate slipped a piece of paper in his hands. He looked it over, drew a deep breath and sighed heavily. It was a printout of his bank account in Geneva, Switzerland displaying all the transactions made over several years. It clearly showed that Mary Kate was telling the truth. "Where did you get this?" he asked, crestfallen. "I have my sources," she replied. "After all, I am a billionaire. Remember?" Dr. Prescott hung his head down and swore under his breath. The evidence of his treachery was beyond reproach. The Olsen girl had found him out. "So it's all true then, isn't it Alex?" Dr. Paget said dourly. "You're a swindler." The doctor drew his head up slowly and met his colleague's gaze. "I guess I am," he said sullenly. "I suppose you're going to report me to the authorities?" "Of course," Dr. Paget said. "What you did was wrong and you must be punished for it." "It just wasn't enough, Helen. Not enough for the things I wanted...needed, even. Surely you must understand." Dr. Paget looked at him with disgust. "A yearly salary of just over a million dollars was not enough for you? Oh, I understand all right. I understand that the money you stole had a direct impact upon our enrollment last year. I understand that all these girls you see hovering around you are not very happy that you cut back some of their programs so that you could pocket the difference. Am I right girls?" The students shouted their disapproval and some even pushed Dr. Prescott, calling him vile names. "You see. They don't think much of what you did, and neither do we." "This is unconscionable, Dr. Prescott," Dr. Rossi said. "Thank God that Ashley and Mary Kate were on the scene. Otherwise we would have never known about you." "I didn't mean to hurt anybody," he said feebly as more hands reached out to manhandle him. "It's just that I can't help myself. I want the good things in life, just like everyone else." "We all want the good things in life, Adam," Mary Kate said. "But we don't acquire those things at other people's expense." "Get the son of a bitch on the exam table!" Dr. Paget said to the students. "He's all yours, Dr. Rossi." A multitude of hands reached out for the startled man, who had not the slightest chance or warding them off. Kicking and screaming he was dragged to the exam table, laid down on his back, and secured with leather straps. Dr. Paget then ordered the girls to strip him naked. When his protests became too much for them to bear, they silenced him by putting surgical tape over his mouth. "You really don't deserve to be helped," Dr. Paget said to him, "but maybe you can provide the rest of us with a little entertainment." Dr. Rossi wasted no time in preparing her syringe. She was going to inject the Stimulata drug directly into his testes, thereby increasing its effectiveness exponentially. "How much are you giving him?" Dr. Paget asked. "I think 200 cc's should do the trick." "That's a pretty big shot." "The drug is non-toxic. His body will assimilate what it can and the rest will pass harmlessly through the urinary tract." When Dr. Prescott saw the syringe come close to his testicles he struggled vehemently. "Now behave yourself, Adam," Mary Kate said. "We're only doing this to help you. And then we'll turn you over to the police." The students were ecstatic. They crowded around the exam table making fun of his small, flaccid cock and derided him for his selfishness and arrogance. More than anything they wanted to witness first-hand Dr. Rossi's famous technique. "His dick is so small," one girl noted, flicking his prick up with her finger. "No wonder he can't get off." "The size of his penis has nothing to do with it," Dr. Rossi said, correcting her. "The problem lies in the bulbourethral glands, or weren't you paying attention in class?" "Her mind is always on penises, doctor," another girl said. "Not on bulbourethral glands." "I think about penises quite often myself," the doctor replied candidly. "But I never let it interfere with my studies." With the shot administered they only had to wait a few minutes for the drug to take effect. When it did, Dr. Prescott's once flaccid penis began to take on entirely new dimensions. "It's growing right before our eyes!" Amy exclaimed. "Look! Look!" Without any manual aid whatsoever, the doctor's modest penis began to expand in both height and girth. It snaked and curled its way upward, rising above his stomach like a cobra preparing to strike. "A side effect, doctor?" Dr. Paget asked Dr. Rossi. "It surprised me too at first. But the drug does seem to act as a stimulant to both the penile muscles and the testicles as well." Within the short span of two minutes Dr. Prescott's cock grew to over three times its normal length, effectively placing him in the twelve-inch range. His scrotum also underwent a major modification, the twin orbs now resembling two oversized plums. Everyone marveled at the change. "Please explain to the students what is actually transpiring at this moment, Dr. Rossi," Dr. Paget said.