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It was a lazy Sunday at the Pussycat household. Mom was out doing her errands, so the boys were left with Pops. They all listened intently to Mom's car as she drove off, then the trio rushed to the boys' room. Pops had promised the two he'd get them off, and Tom and Sylvester were intent on making sure he'd pay up. Tom and Sylvester sat down bottomless on Sylvester's bottom bunk and Pops got on his knees. Tom had won the coin toss, so he got to take advantage of their father's mouth first.

Pops took Tom's uncut length into his mouth, using one paw to cradle the older brother's balls and the other to stroke his son's cock. However, something strange happened. A half hour later, Sylvester couldn't hold back anymore and came all over his father's paw, his semen shooting on it and then slowly oozing out in short bursts. But, Tom still hadn't cum. The young cat was beginning to look uncomfortable, as if he was on the edge but just couldn't shoot. Eventually Pops realized time wasn't on their side and lifted off his son's cock, cleaning Sylvester's cum off his paw. He looked at his older son, worried.

"Something wrong, Tom?" Asked Pops.

"I can't cum. Haven't been able to in weeks." Sighed Tom.

"Did something happen to cause this?" Asked Pops.

"No, just one day I jerked off for hours and was at the edge for most of it, but for some reason I just couldn't cum." Frowned Tom.

"Hmm, I'll make an appointment with my nurse practitioner, she might be able to help?" Stated Pops.

"She?!" Asked Tom.

"Don't worry, she's a professional. I'll go call her to make an appointment." Said Pops, getting up and shifting around his erection to make it less obvious.

"Dad, it's Sunday. The office is closed." Said Sylvester.

"I have her home number. You boys should get dressed, your mom will be home soon." Replied Pops, walking out of the room.

And that was it, Pops left the room and the boys got dressed. Pops made an appointment for tomorrow morning and that was the end of it. That night Tom spent an hour masturbating, but even with Sylvester's help he wasn't able to finish. The two fell asleep late, but that wasn't the end of it. The next morning Pops took his older son to the doctor's office. When Tom's name was called Pops offered to go with him, but Tom declined. This was embarrassing enough for the young cat. When Tom got into the examination room he sat on the paper covered table. He expected some old crone, but when Ms. Kris walked into the exam room, Tom was surprised to see a Russian Blue who couldn't have been 30.

"What seems to be the problem, Tom?" Asked Ms. Kris, who acted very professionally.

"I... I haven't been able to ejaculate in weeks. My dad said you might be able to help." Stuttered Tom, looking at the floor.

"Your dad... does he go by 'Pops?'" Asked Ms. Kris.

"Yeah... but what can you do that I haven't already tried?" Asked Tom, his ears folded back.

"Well, I have a few ideas. Why don't you get undressed, undies off too." Stated Ms. Kris, locking the exam room door.

"Even my underwear?" Asked Tom, a little mortified.

"Well, I can't make you ejaculate with them on. Well, I probably could, but it's easier if they're off." Smiled Ms. Kris.

Tom undressed completely. To further embarrassment, not ejaculating in weeks left him hard as soon as the air touched his foreskin. Ms. Kris looked in Tom's ears, eyes, and mouth. She tested his reflexes, and listened to his heart. It was a very routine examination until she grabbed his cock and pulled back his foreskin to examine his glans.

"Hmm, I see. It's going to take some extra effort to get you off. Lie back on the exam table, Tom." Stated Ms. Kris.

Tom did so as Ms. Kris went to get some lubricant. She lifted Tom's legs onto the table to expose his tailhole and applied some lube to a finger. She slid it into the young cat and quickly found his prostate. She massaged it gently, using her other paw to jerk Tom's cock. However, after fifteen minutes of nothing, she decided to bring out the big guns. After washing her paws, she rummaged through the cabinets and got specimen cups, then began to strip. She left her bra on but slid off her panties.

"We're going to try something unorthodox. I'm not on the pill so you can't finish inside of me. To avoid a mess cum in these." Said Ms. Kris, pointing to the specimen cups on the counter.

Ms. Kris bent over the counter and spread her pussy lips for Tom. The young cat had never done this before, and he wasn't going to miss this opportunity. Hopping off the exam table, Tom placed his cock at the professional's pussy lips, then thrust in. She felt warm and soft inside. Tom gripped her hips and thrusted gently into her.

"Mmm, yeah. Just like that." Muttered Ms. Kris. She might be a professional, but that doesn't mean she can't enjoy her work.

Tom began thrusting harder while Ms. Kris whispered sweet nothings to the cat. Tom felt himself getting closer to the end, but unlike the past weeks, he felt like he was going to go over the edge this time. He gave one last hard thrust, then pulled out. Grabbing a specimen cup, the cat came hard into it. Ms. Kris watched as stream after stream shot out of the cat's cock. He soon filled one and grabbed another, and filled that one too. In the end his pearly essence filled five specimen cups completely. Tom flopped back on the floor while Ms. Kris examined her harvest.

"Well, this is a lot more than we need for any tests, but the girls at the lab do like it when there's a lot to work with. Good job, Tom" Giggled Ms. Kris.

The two got dressed and Ms. Kris walked Tom out to his father. Tom said nothing, but after Pops and Ms. Kris caught up the eldest black cat made another appointment for his son and the two left. Tom was silence the entire ride home.

"So, did you cum?" Asked Pops.

"I filled five specimen cups..." Replied Tom.

"Five? Wow, you're going to be even more popular there than your brother." Said Pops, surprised.

"Huh?" Asked Tom.

"Oh, never mind. Let's get a snack on the way home." Responded Pops.

The father and son drove into town. Unbeknownst to Tom, Ms. Kris only gave one of the cups to the lab, she saved the rest for her own personal use. The Russian Blue walked back to the exam room and swiped a finger in one of the cups, bringing it to her muzzle for a taste.

"Mmm, pent up loads do taste the best." Said Ms. Kris, to herself.