Drop and Give Me 50

Chapter 4: The First Round of Treatments

He turned and opened a drawer pulling out a few bent metal rods. He put on surgical gloves and proceeded to wipe each of the rods down with alcohol and placed them on a sterilized tray. He asked if I was ready, and I nodded yes. He opened the towel, and my half erection was still visibly evident. He wiped the tip of my dick with an alcohol swab. It occurred to me that no man had ever touched my dick when it wasn’t totally soft. The thought sent a small shockwave through my groin. He lubed the smallest one and said, “If this becomes painful, you have to let me know. No being brave. Pain means we are tearing something, and that is not going to help.” I just nodded that I understood and waited with an anticipation that I had never experienced before.

He gently held the head of my dick and slowly guided the sound into my piss slit. It didn’t hurt so much as it just felt weird. I had never felt anything like it. I let out a small gasp. He looked me in the eye an gave me a slight smile, like he knew exactly what the gasp was all about. He turned back to his work and started moving the sound up and down very slowly, each time going just a little deeper. He said, “It takes a little longer to get it fully inserted when you are erect, but don’t worry, the process works the same.” I said, “I’m sorry.” He quickly interrupted and said, “Oh don’t be. It’s a totally natural response to the stimulation, and at your age, it doesn’t take much to run the flag up the pole.”

I giggled a little, mostly out of embarrassment, but the joke did set me at ease. The rod was a bit painful, but the overall sensation was interestingly pleasurable. I laid my head back, relaxed, and just breathed. The sound was divided in two, and one end was smaller in diameter than the other. He had started with the narrower end, and when the sound was halfway inserted, I could feel the thicker end resting on my piss slit. He stopped the up and down motion and just let it sit in there while he held my erect cock.

He looked back up at me and asked, “So, how is that feeling? Is it OK?” I responded, “Actually, it feels kinda good.” “No pain?” “No, not really.” “Well, there’s no blood, and I didn’t feel any resistance. Do you think you could take the thicker end?” “Might as well try.” He slowly removed the sound and applied more lube. The difference between the two ends was almost imperceptible by looking at it, but when he started inserting it, I could immediately feel the difference. He repeated the process, and with less fear of the unknown, I enjoyed this round more than the first.

He told me, “The ends are curved so that when I get to the base, it can slide in toward the prostate. The last time, the thicker end stopped the entry, but with it turned this way, it can go further down.” The last time it seemed to be more about just getting it in, but this time he was pulling and pushing with longer and faster strokes, and instead of just holding my dick up with a couple of fingers, he had his whole hand wrapped around my shaft. The stimulation was really hot. He stopped and said, “OK. I’m going to let go. Just relax and let it slip in.” I bent my head up to watch and saw the rod slowly descend into my cock until only the bent part was sticking out.

He grabbed the end and started twisting it back and forth. He asked, “So, do you feel that?” I moaned, “Oh, yes.” “That’s the other end rubbing up against your prostate.” “OK, sorry to ask, but what is the prostate, and why does that metal rod make it feel so good?” “It’s just a gland. It is primarily involved with the production of seminal fluid. When it is stimulated, it generally causes you to precum which is the clear, thin leakage you get before ejaculation. You are probably producing it now, and if it were not for having a metal rod in your dick, it would be leaking out. You actually took that pretty well, and we could probably go up to the next sound, but for a first time, I really don’t think it is wise to push it. So, we are going to stop with this size. We can move up on your next visit. I’m just going to slide this up and down to help the dilation process. If you think you are going to cum, you need to tell me, because it will push the sound out too fast and possibly cause damage.” “OK.” “Can you tell when you are about to cum?” “Yeah. I pretty much have the timing down. Lot’s of practice.” He laughed a bit. “Nothing wrong with that.”

I just sat back and let this hot, muscular doctor stroke my dick from the inside. I could tell I was ready to explode, but I fought it back because I didn’t want this to stop. I was getting lightheaded and asked if I could sit up. He said, “Here, hold onto this” and nodded toward my cock. I grabbed it, and he went around and adjusted the table up to a near sitting position and let the leg end down. He pulled a chair around and sat down in front of me. The arrangement allowed me to watch Dr. Grant while he worked. Oddly, the visual was doing a lot for me.

I started to notice him more closely. He had the bluest eyes and when he smiled, he looked more boyish than his age. He was still in a dress shirt and tie, but his sleeves were rolled up, and I could see he had really hairy forearms that were covered in tuffs of blond hair that were especially noticeable above his tan skin. His hands were huge, but my dick was a little over seven inches when it was hard like this, so the shaft was plenty big enough to accommodate his whole hand with room left over. He continued to piston the sound in and out and I thought there was no way I wasn’t going to just explode. He slowly pulled the sound all the way out and let go of my dick. I had never been so horned up in all my life.

He set the sound down on the tray and asked, “So, how do you think that went?” “Well, if it helps, I’m all for it.” He went to the drawer and pulled out a really thick sound. My eyes must have bugged out because he laughed and said, “That’s quite a ways down the road. It’s going to take a lot of treatments to get to that one. Plus, we are going to monitor your ejaculations and at a certain point, dilation reduces the force. So, we don’t want to go too far.” “So, have you ever used that one?” He smiled and said, “Yes” but turned as if to say he would offer no further explanation.