(Previously...) Down the ladders and down again to the Gunroom, Hornblower and Maudelin pressed on. Britches dropped, and soon the Doctor's probing finger searched Whoratio's most tender channel. A half minute of internal teasing woke with a sudden twitch the young man's somnolent serpent which fattened before their shining eyes.

Then the Doctor lifted the wrinkled sack, cradling the heavy orbs in his hands. Gently he squeezed and Whoratio sucked in a tense breath. Pure crystal drops exuded from Whoratio's organ. Whoratio sighed and gazed longingly at the Doctor. Slicking the slippery liquid over the rosy head, Maudelin stretched back the foreskin of the young man's cock and Whoratio moaned.

"'Tis as I feared, lad. A gross imbalance of the bodily humors. You must be relieved at once."

"Will it be painful?" Whoratio whispered, his dark eyes wide with innocent apprehension.

"I'm afraid there might be some mild discomfort. Would you like laudanum to ease you through the crisis?"

"Actually," Whoratio murmured looking wistfully, even coquettishly at the Doctor, "I am not the least afraid of pain, sir. On occasion, it can be stimulating. I told you that Archie bit me, did I not?"

"Ah, ye' did, lad. So then, I'll administer the soporific only if ye ask. Now, be so good as to lie stretched out upon these lockers in the strong light of the stern windows. I must retrieve my bag from your Captain's cabin. Then I will begin. Under no circumstances are you to move. Is that understood?"

"Completely, sir. I will lie here quietly until you return."

In less time than it takes to heave the log, Maudelin returned with a black bag stuffed with instruments. Small saws, bone chisels, wickedly sharp scalpels, and a couple of small wooden boxes. Maudelin opened one. It appeared to be full of sawdust. Digging under the soft packing material, Maudelin pulled out a heavy glass bell with a protruding glass straw at the top.

"Here, lad," the Doctor said. "Here is a device of my own design for the relieving of the male member. Great care must be exercised in attaching it. The glass may feel cold upon the first touch."

Whoratio winced as the Doctor fitted the bell's beveled edge over the swollen head of his erection. Uncannyly devilish looking instrument, Whoratio thought, staring down at his groin while Maudelin fiddled the glass into place. Then the Doctor bent over him and sucked a hard pull on the slender tube, drawing the air out of the bell. Then he stuffed a small cork into the straw's end, sealing it and maintaining a significant vacuum. Once pressure began mounting, Whoratio grew warm. The suction was having the desired effect. The rosy tip grew dark red and finally turned a deepening purple. During the procedure, the patient's countenance displayed a range of emotions from erotically stimulated to the sublime agony of a martyr on the cross.

Bravely, the young man tried to make conversation. Whoratio gasped, "Archie does much the same thing with his mouth, Doctor. But then, the sensations are not nearly so intense. And with your little glass bell, there is a rare view of the effects."

Maudelin patted his patient's arm and replied, "I believe in applying the sciences to the art of medicine, Lieutenant. Nature may abhor a vacuum but all the men who have tried my little device agree that it is efficacious in cases like yours."

Whoratio nodded, but his smile took on a strong resemblance to the rigors of impending death.

The Doctor dared to intervene at last. He said, "I will now apply the physician's healing hands."

Whoratio groaned piteously as Maudelin reached between his parted thighs and fondled the young man's achingly tight balls.

Maudelin spoke as if to a ghostly assistant. "Only a little more time for the suction to work its magic, while I add some light friction upon the shaft."

Whoratio pressed his shoulders into the cushions. His head lolled from side to side. His eyes rolled back and he thrust his hips upward as his buttocks clenched and his thighs trembled. Maudelin massaged the base of his organ and the straining orbs. At last, they spilled. The youth, gasping for breath, collapsed back onto the cushions, sobbing with relief.

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