Stimulating images

With that said, I wasn't really prepared for what was coming next. Considering that they just attached a measuring device to my dick, it wasn't actually surprising that they would measure something about it. But I was overwhelmed by the situation and could barely follow along.

Dr Maverick activated the large flat-screen TV in the corner. It was mounted on a compact, wheeled stand for easy maneuverability. She used her phone to sync the image and projected it onto the screen. She then adjusted its position, angling it towards me so that they could monitor my body's reaction to the visuals displayed on it.

She then grabbed her phone once more and opened a program on the television. My eyes widened with surprise upon witnessing the flickering image of several young women in revealing bikinis at the beach. The camera zoomed in on their figures, emphasizing their curves, making it clear this was to be a sexual display - although nowhere near pornographic nor explicitly erotic.

The scene of the girls lounging at the beach was rather mundane, yet the camera managed to capture their best features.

Additionally, Dr Maverick had instructed me to watch the video, so I was reluctant to look away. Despite the video being PG-rated, I knew I was fighting a losing battle against my arousal as the strap was still blocking blood from leaving my dick. My body tensed as the strap tightened around my balls and cock, causing my erection to steadily grow. The sensation of it growing and pressing into the strap made me even more excited and I could feel blood rushing into into my dick with more urgency.

My gaze frantically scanned the area, desperately searching for a way out of this predicament. I could feel Amy's eyes on me, her face wracked with confusion and disdain. Dr Maverick intently studied the monitors connected to the sensors on my body, quickly scanning its readouts. She then shifted her focus to assess how my penis was reacting, silently confirming the results with a slight nod. She glanced my way and noticed I was averting my gaze from the video. Gently reminding me to remain focused on the TV, I obliged, only to be met with a barrage of images of the young girls in bikinis now splashing around in the ocean.

My manhood was growing stiffer by the moment, standing tall in front of me. The strap that Dr Maverick had secured around me became increasingly taut as my member swelled, cutting off any circulation and intensifying the sensation to a point of near-agony.