|A|N| Okay so guys I've actually researched PGAD throughly so I know what I'm talking about. Yes and I found out how they diagnose it which it's kind of a weird way. So yeah, don't think I make up this stuff. It's for real. A women in the state I'm staying in right now who was the first person to speak out about it was laughed at and nobody believed her. She eventually committed suicide. Yeah, sad stuff. Sad facts with senpai.

|Story Starts|

Once you reached F/N's office the both of you helped Armin sit down on the patients bed.

"I can go get that other doctor I was talking about. His name is Dr. Phillips by the way."

F/N said.

"Alright, thanks."

You replied, sitting down beside Armin. F/N left the room, to go search for Dr. Phillips. Armins eyes were still closed shut. His arm was still wrapped around your shoulder.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

You innocently asked.

"N-no."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Pl-please stay h-here with me."

"I'm not leaving you. Just take some deep breaths in and out."

"That won't help!"

He snapped. It was kind of weird hearing his angry tone. But hey, I can't blame him for loosing his temper. I'd be freaking out if I were in his shoes.

"Sorry. I didn't m-mean to yell at y-you. Could I hold your hand?"

"Sure."

You slowly placed your hand in his, without warning.

"This'll all be over soon, I promise. I know you'll be okay."

"M-"

Armin was interrupted by Dr. Phillips barging in through the door. He slammed the door behind himself and sat down in the chair across from us. Armins eyes opened, astonished at how bold this doctor was. He was nothing like what he was used too. Armin begun squeezing your hand, tightly.

"So, what can I do for you?"

Dr. Phillips asked.

"Uh... did F/N explain anything to you?"

You replied.

"Yes, down to the last detail. She's a fine doctor at the least. I just wanted to hear the story from your side."

"Well-"

"Not you. Him."

He said, pointing at Armin.

"U-uh..."

Armin couldn't quite speak. He had no clue what he was supposed to say.

"Why don't you start off by telling me your name?"

"A-Armin Arlert."

"Alright Armin, and how old are you?"

The doctor asked, now writing down everything, at a rapid pace.

"I'm seventeen."

"And whens your birthday?"

"November third."

"Okay. When did these feelings start to occur?"

"A-around when I was eight or nine... I think- ah!"

Armins back arched into your arm dramatically. The doctor didn't even flinch, he just kept questioning.

"Back then how long do you think these feelings happened for, hours, days, months?"

"A couple hours, at worst a d-day."

"Now?"

"Longer hours, sometimes two days- nghhahh."

You could feel Armins body trembling against yours.

"How often did they occur back then and now?"

"Before... it w-was every f-few weeks... and now e-everyday."

"Hm... well, I have the rest of the written information from F/N, so thats it-"

"Are you able to give him anythi-"

You interrupted, just to get interrupted.

"I haven't diagnosed him with anything yet. I can't just give him meds for something we're not sure about."

I sighed loudly.

"There's still the physical and mental exams."

He said.

"We can start off with physical, just to get the uncomfortableness out of the way."

"Well what is it?"

"I'll video tape him orgasming so that I can observe any climax changes after."

"I don't think he'll agree to that."

"Agree to what?"

Armin asked, still not fathoming the conversation.

"Could I maybe video tape him instead?"

"He'll seriously not let me?"

"Let you what!?"

Armin said in a higher tone than last time. Both of you continued, ignoring him.

"I know he won't. Just give me instructions of what to do."

"Alright..."

Dr. Phillips flipped his notepad open to another blank page and started writing down what you had to do. Once he finished he handed it over to you.

" Since he'd not a girl it'll be a bit harder to see any climax changes. You can't really stick even a small camera up there. So what you'll be doing is watching close, about a foot to an inch away. Look for any extreme pulsing in the shaft, head, balls or anus, extreme redness, tint changing or tight clenching. He'll be doing all the work while you video it, okay? Don't stop it until he orgasms. Otherwise I'll have no choice but to get him to orgasm again and video tape it myself."

"O-Okay..."

The doctor handed you the camera.

"Don't screw up, it'll be more painful for him if you do. If you need any help at all just call my name, I'll be out in the hall."

He said, exiting the room , slamming the door shut once again.

"I-I don't get what's going on Y/N?"

Armin told you. You turned to him and looked at him kindly.

"You'll need to masturbate here until you ejectulate so I can record it."

"No!?"

"I got him to leave so that I could video it for you instead of him! Would you rather this be him!?"

Armin started to cry.

"Y/N this is terrible! I can't!"

"Well if you don't you won't get the medicine that'll make you get better! Do you wanna have this feeling for the rest of your life!?

"No!"

He wailed loudly, falling backwards into the bed.

"Y/N I don't want too.... it's so wrong!"

"Come on, you've done this before. I know you can do it. I believe in you."

"I can't!"

"Yes you can. Come on, just do it and get it over with. Once you're feeling better after all of this we can go out and have the best time ever. Bubble baths, cuddles, all that stuff we like doing together... will you do it?"

He didn't respond for a long minute. You opened your mouth to speak.

"Fine."

He mumbled, before you could say anything else. He sat up and looked at you, all teary eyed and sad. I don't wanna make him do this! I hate seeing my baby upset! This is terrible! But, it is for his own good. So I guess I'll have to just let him do it.

"You'll do it?"

"Yes. I'll try."

You smiled at him.

"Good. I'm so proud of you."

|To Be Continued|