Piscophillia: The unnatural curse of fish love

Most non medical people will, I feel sure, have never come across today's topic as it is a very rare sexual condition named Piscophillia, also more commonly known among the uneducated masses as fish love.

In all my years as a professional medical saint and hands on sexual healer, I have only ever seen one genuine case and it's this gentleman I'd like to discuss with you today.
The patient, a Mr Arnie Gufflink, came to see me just over five years ago and begged me to help him cure his unnatural feelings towards our befinned friends of the deep.

It seems Mr Gufflink had, since a childhood incident with an Eel at Seaworld, found it virtually impossible to satisfy his animal desires in the way most men do, i.e masturbation and voyeurism, and had consequently developed this strange sexual affliction, which had gotten him banned from every aquatic pet shop and aquarium in the greater London area.

By time Mr Gufflink had found his way into my healing hands, he had already served eight months at Her majesty's pleasure for what was called at the trial, "The scaley love that dare not speak it's name."
Of course being the kind of person who has a compulsion to help creatures less fortunate than me, I immediately agreed to help this sad fish based pervert.

Having little experience in this particular area I decided to wing it and try something known as aversion therapy. This treatment is particularly effective in the treatment of pedophiles and by my reckoning if you can cure pedophiles with it, Piscophillia should be child's play.

We began by making Mr Gufflink comfortable before the huge screen I had erected in my darkened office. I had told Mr Gufflink that I had acquired some underground fish porn and wanted to test his reactions to some hardcore fin on fin action.
So I waited patiently as he pulled down his pants readied his hands and carefully placed several nearby tissues on stand by.
As the video began to play I immediately noticed Mr Gufflink's sexual appendage had begun to swell, I was concerned at first but then remembered that this is normal in the sexually excited male of the human species.
As BBC's marvelous Blue planet played out on the huge screen and Mr Gufflink had built up a frantic but steady rhythm, I slowly approached him careful to shield the buzzing cattle prod from his fish obsessed eyes.
I stood beside him quietly, waiting until he began to reach his sexual nadir, and just before he began his vinegar strokes, I pounced with the cattle prod and screamed " NO!!! BAD MAN!!! FISH BAD!! NO!!!"
As the twenty thousand volts shot through his shocked testicles our eyes met and I could sense that he was desperately trying to thank me, but due to the foam pouring from his trembling lips, he was sadly unable to do so.
We had ten more sessions like this before I had to stop seeing the patient, as it seems he actually looked forward to the electrical climax of our sessions and had developed a new fantasy involving electric Eels.

So you see, even a highly qualified and world famous sexual healer such as myself cannot cure every condition we come across and unfortunately my attempts at a cure had sent Mr Gufflink into an unhealthy spiral of fish based decadence, from which I fear death will be his only release.