The Second Treatment
Beep, beep, beep!!!
“Whaaaa?!”
The alarm, oh no!
“Fuck, why do I keep doing this?” I jumped out of bed.
It was another Monday, another reason to think about quitting my job.
“Hahaha,” I could not help but laugh.
I was in the shower, hard as fuck,brushing my teeth and body at the same time and drying myself in record time.
Water still dripping off me, I caught a quick look in the mirror.
Yeah… still holding up.
Unlike horny boy Troy, built off of youth, that easy kind of strength you don’t have to think about. Me? I had to earn this shit.
Lean, tight, everything where it’s supposed to be. Not bulky, not sloppy. Just… put together. Years of staying on it, even when I didn’t feel like it.
“Get it together, David, we need to leave in 5 min,” I yelled at myself as I pulled on my pants, undershirt, and socks while hopping around the closet for a clean, pressed dress shirt for work.
Was I wearing underwear? No.
Was there any time to give a shit? No.
I pulled on my grey shirt combined with my black pants. I figured keeping the colors muted was the best way to do it on commando Monday.
I grabbed my keys, and I was speeding down the highway in no time.
I used my keys and made my way into the office. I was a whole minute early, and you know I was rather proud of myself. I made a mental note to celebrate later with some jack and coke.
“Don’t be too proud, David, you forgot to close the office door as you rushed in,” Troy chimed in from his desk.
Of course he did.
Troy was always on time, always put together, always looking like he was ready for someone important to walk in and notice him. Shirt crisp, posture right, that little tone in his voice like he knew something you didn’t.
I looked back, and yes, he was right… like I said, he’s a jerk in the best way possible.
“Well, fuck,” I said and walked my ass back to close it.
“You know you can be a real pain in the ass, Troy,” I yelled as I headed back to the coffee machine to get the day started.
“No coffee, no work” is my morning motto, so I needed to get the day started right.
Oh, let me catch you up. It’s been 3 months since I treated Troy to a bareback treatment, and he’s been on a roll as usual. He’s had more conquests than any man should at his age, especially in this multi-story building, he looks unstoppable again.
“Good,” I thought, just was not meant to be not for me and that was ok.
“So, can we talk?” Troy came up from behind me.
“Yeah, shoot,” I said, waiting for him to recount his sexual prowess and the poor dears he loved for like a single week at a time before moving on to the next girl.
“So, uhm… it’s back,” he said gently.
“Oh, that’s great,” I answered as I poured my coffee, the smell of it taking me away to another place and time.
“David!” he said with some force in his deep, strong voice.
“I’m fucking having THAT problem again,” he said sternly.
The wheels started turning again in my head.
“What the fuck?” I replied.
“I thought you were over this issue,” I said, annoyed. But was I? No.
“Yeah, it’s fucking back. It’s fucking crazy. Everything was fine and then it was not,” his voice trailing off as if introspecting.
“Have you thought about going to a doctor and getting that checked?” I said very matter-of-factly.
“I fucked my primary doctor.”
I blinked.
“Doctor Chen?!” I exclaimed in surprise.
“We share a fucking doctor, Troy!” I yelled in utter surprise. I really was surprised.
“I recommended her to you when you asked about a good primary doctor in the area,” I said with an angry tone.
“She was giving me my physical, and she touched my balls and then was mesmerized by my dick and… I let her have all 8 inches,” he said as if remembering his victory.
Like that was normal.
Like that was just part of the visit.
“Shit,” I said.
“Mouth, pussy, and anal,” he replied with gusto. “Not in that order,” he laughed.
I just stared at him.
Because what the fuck do you even say to that?
I was in stunned silence.
“The landlord’s wife… fucked her too as she collected the rent and then again when she did the final walkthrough at the apartment when I moved out,” he continued.
“Ms. Estrada at my apartment complex?”
He nodded.
Of course he did.
“And the FedEx driver, Eliza… yeah, did her too.”
My mouth was open in shock.
This little fucker was way more active than I had thought, and I already thought he was a sexual beast.
At this point I wasn’t even surprised anymore… just trying to figure out who in the building he hadn’t fucked.
Now at least I was not feeling too guilty about what I had done to his ass, some little payback for the females he has been using and tossing like day-old socks.
“All jokes aside, David,” I knew what he was going to ask. He did not care that the treatment was kinda gay. What he cared about was that he could continue getting laid by all the girls he wanted, and even those he did not. If they wanted him, he was ok with it too.
Community dick, if I had ever seen it.
“I think I need another treatment,” he said, his voice changing as if remembering the pain and uncomfortable position he had been in last time.
I turned around and continued making my coffee, doing my best to be annoyed about it.
“I know it’s not the best idea I’ve had, but it definitely worked last time you gave me the treatment.”
I turned around, breathing heavy and with a slight slant to my mouth.
“It’s not that easy, Troy,” I said, annunciating for effect. “The second treatment can’t be the same as the first, and it’s more uncomfortable than the first. It’s pleasure and pain, and its focus is the prostate,” I said as I turned and started pouring the creamer into my coffee. “It’s not that fucking simple.”
I paused, letting that sit, like it actually meant something.
“There’s a process to it,” I added, more controlled now. “You can’t just go in and expect the same result. The body adapts. You have to approach it differently, more pressure, more control… different angles.”
I stirred my coffee slowly, like I was explaining something scientific, something real.
“It’s about stimulation, timing… response,” I continued. “If it’s not done right, it doesn’t work. Worse, it sets you back.”
I turned, looking mad, but measured.
“What about me, Troy?”
“I have a fucking hot date with Alicia up on the 8th floor, she’s nice and works in accounting, and I need to be loaded up, if you know what I mean,” I said sternly. “I’m not gay, Troy, and this does not make me feel comfortable either.”
“Oh yeah, Alicia… big bouncy titties. That girl can suck anything dry,” he said with a wink.
“What in the glorious fuck?” I said as I turned back and finished setting up the coffee shaking my head, this asshole probably had fucked all of the women in the building at this point.
He was wearing his pink dress shirt and white fitted pants that literally made him look like a woman’s favorite mistake.
“I know I’m asking a lot of you, David. I know it’s uncomfortable for you too, but man… do me a solid, man.”
“Sorry about Alicia, but she was asking for it,” he said bluntly.
He looked desperate, and that’s exactly what I wanted.
I put my hand over my head as if contemplating my life choices and audibly huffed my uncertainty.
“Ok,” I said as I pushed my coffee away and motioned for him to lead the way to the bathroom.
It was quite literally 6:30 AM, and boy, I was going to enjoy it.
He walked into the last stall and closed the door behind me before he started pulling in his shirt, releasing his strong, chiseled torso, abs framed by the V-line down to his low-cut pants. He pulled his pants down, revealing a white jock strap, the pouch filled dangerously close to spilling over, his cock and balls held in place but framed to perfection.
“What’s that?” I said as I pointed at his cradled crotch.
He was in sports in college, he knew exactly what that was for. Support, control… access.
Fuck.
I narrowed my eyes just a bit, playing it off, keeping the tone even.
“You came ready, huh?” I said, letting just enough edge slip in.
He didn’t answer, just stood there, like that was normal.
… he had already decided he was going to do whatever it took to fix his “problem.”
And honestly?
That made this a whole lot easier.
“Ok, listen up, Troy. This second treatment is as follows: you will take that poofy underwear off now and stuff it in your mouth. Treatment is gonna hurt, and last time, you made too much noise.”
He got nervous real fast but nodded in agreement.
I didn’t move.
Didn’t soften it.
“You will be ass up on your knees and face down on the tile, your arms behind your back,” I said sternly.
He gulped as if rethinking if this was worth it, but nodded again.
Good.
“You will not jerk off. You must cum only by the sensation of being fucked,” I said it clearly, slower this time, making sure he heard every word. “That’s the point of this. Control. Response.”
He looked perplexed.
I didn’t let him sit in that.
“Troy,” I cut in, sharper now, “I’m going to be fucking you raw, hard, and fast. As I’m doing it, you will be squeezing my dick as it enters and then releasing as I pull out.”
“Think you can handle that?”
He hesitated, not said yes
“Don’t worry,” I added, almost calm again, “after a little bit you won’t have to think about it. Your body will figure it out.”
I said it matter-of-factly as he looked on, trying to decide.
“If you don’t want to do what’s necessary,” I said, shrugging slightly, “then tell me now.”
I paused.
Let it breathe.
“Because I’m not about to waste my time benign fucken gay and forcing something on you.”
Another beat.
I held his eyes.
Let him sit in it.
Because if he said yes now…
Then everything after that?
That was on him.
Not a moment later
“No, I can do it,” he said.
I held his eyes for a second.
“Ok,” I said, flat.
“This is going in raw. No easing into it. No bullshit warm-up. It’s going to be hard and fast from the start.”
“You felt it last time… this is worse.”
“And once I start, I’m not stopping because you get uncomfortable.”
He pulled off his jock, letting his cock and balls loose to swing and bounce as he moved his clothing out of the way, then folded the white jock and shoved it in his mouth.
That white fabric stretched his mouth just enough, his jaw set around it, breathing steady through his nose as he adjusted to it.
It was so fucking hot to see this straight boy standing there like that, mouth stuffed, half open, still trying to act like this was nothing.
“Ok, on your knees and hands behind your back.”
He got into position, and damn, he looked so fucking good. Muscled-out Troy with his sexy deep voice ready to do anything to get back to fucking pussy like a madman.
I took off my shirt, then my shoes, and then my pants, revealing I had no underwear.
Caught him looking and gulping.
He looked at my flaccid cock and balls swinging as I put my clothes away.
“Yeah, man… thanks for doing this.”
I had a wild idea…
I walked up and pulled the jock from his mouth, my flaccid cock near his face as he looked up at me.
“It’s not going to get hard on its own, man. I’m doing something fucking out of my comfort zone, again… you will too.”
I held him there for a second, watching him.
He didn’t have to do this.
That’s what made it.
No one was forcing him, no one was making him get on his knees… this was all him.
This was Troy.
Sex-hungry, always chasing the next one, always needing to be that guy.
And right now?
This was the price.
I placed my hand behind his head and with my other hand pointed my cock to his mouth. I thought he would resist and move away, but at the last minute he opened his mouth and took my cock into his warm, wet embrace.
No hesitation.
Just like that.
“You’ve had lots of blowjobs, I’m sure you know what feels good.”
He closed his eyes and began slowly taking in my smell and taste, his tongue slowly feeling out the folds and edges of my cock head before breathing deeply and sinking into my cock.
It took everything I had to not moan as he fucking surrendered and began to bob down on my dick.
“SLURP… GLK… mmhh… GLK—GLK—mmff… SLRRRP…”
Oh fuck, he was starting to get into a rhythm, his head bouncing as he started to turn his head side to side. It was so fucking hot.
“Now, Troy, grab my balls and start pulling them down slightly. You know how.”
“Mmm,,mmff…” he replied and then took my balls into his hand and started to play with them, first unsure, but then started working my nuts like an expert.
I could not fight it. I started to get hard, and it felt like this fucker was enjoying it, his eyes closed shut as if this did not make this anymore gay.
But as I looked down, there it was, Troy’s 8-inch cock pointing straight up. Damn, it was impressive and thick. I had to talk myself out of sitting on that thing.
“No,” I had to yell in my head, “keep it together, bitch.”
I pulled out. His eyes opened, half in a daze, the thick saliva hung like a vine from his lower lip to the tip of my dick.
His eyes wide as if he was realizing what he had just done. I had to act fast to make sure it stuck in his head for next time.
I pushed my cock back in, and he closed his eyes again as I shoved it deeper this time.
“You need to get that nice thick saliva on it so it does not hurt as much.”
I did not give him a chance to pull away. I drove my cock deeper and deeper until his nose was at my bush.
“Ghh—mmff—ghh,” he growled, but he kept his eyes closed. He’s not a quitter after all.
In a few minutes I was pounding his hot, wet mouth, driving deeper, controlled, relentless.
To my surprise, his cock was hard and flat against his belly. Every thrust of my cock crashing down on Troy made it swing and bounce back to his six-pack.
I stopped pounding his mouth, and he opened his eyes, now looking delirious. He looked like a guy that just found out he loves giving head.
“Now get into position,” I said sternly, my cock pointing straight at his rugged features.
“Oh… ok,” he stuttered as I took the folded jock and shoved it into his mouth.
He got on his hands and knees, exposing his pink hole to me. He lowered his face down and placed both hands behind his back.
Damn, I was going to enjoy it.
But I had to play along.
I stepped back. “I don’t know if I can do this.” making sure there was hesitation in my voice “this is some gay ass shit troy”
I noticed his cock immediately went flaccid. Still, his heavy balls and cock hung nice and low.
He reached forward and pulled his undies out of his mouth.
“Bro, it’s just you helping me out. It’s just sex,” he said matter-of-factly. “It does not mean anything, man.”
There it was, what I wanted him to start thinking about. And I was doing a great job at guiding him to this.
“You’re right. Let’s get this over with.”
He shoved the undies back in his mouth and placed both arms behind his back.
Just as he rested his arms behind him, I went to work.
“Ghh—mmff—GHK—!” he yelled into his jock as I slammed in and then all the way out. His body shook from the force of entry, but as soon as I was back out, I slammed back into him, holding his arms tight to restrain him and to steady my attack.
“NNGHH—mmff—!” he yelled again.
I pulled all the way out and plunged back into his quivering hole.
“Ghhrr—mmhh—!” he cried into his stuffed mouth.
His body was shaking from the powerful thrusts I was delivering.
“Let’s go, fucker. Start squeezing my cock when I bottom out on your tight hole,” I barked at him.
SLAP—THWAP—SLAP.
SMACK… SLAP… THWAP.
SLAP—SLAP—THWAP.
To my surprise, Troy started to squeeze my cock as soon as I bottomed out.
Troy was grunting hard as he tried to focus on what he had to do, and as soon as I felt him squeeze my cock, I pulled out fast just to watch his hole being pulled open.
“NNGHH—AAH—!” he yelled into his jock stuck in his mouth. He was still in pain. His cock was flaccid, I could hear it slapping under him. His body shook as I delivered a hard thrust. The kind of thrusts you give someone you fucking hate, and big boy Troy was taking it like a champ.
“Focus on the squeeze and release, Troy.”
All Troy could do was grunt in pain as I continued to punish his hole, and I knew that in just a little bit things would change for Troy.
SLK… GLK… SHLK… followed by SLAP—THWAP—SLAP… the rhythm building with every thrust, every movement locking in.
Troy’s body looked delicious, and I was holding tight to his arms to make sure I was getting the best angles into his hole.
“Ok, let me check,” I said and reached down and took hold of Troy’s massive 8-inch cock, now fully hard and laying flat against him.
“Good, Troy, focus on cumming. I’m giving it my all, buddy,” and just like that Troy began to grunt and hum now as the pain, even this hard, sharp pain, started turning into pleasure.
“That’s it, that’s good,” I grunted as I gave his hard cock several jerks as Troy’s body began to show the sweet sheen of pleasure and sweat.
“mmhh… mmhh…”
Troy began to grunt into his jock, and I got a better idea.
I reached forward and pulled it out.
“Shiiiit… yeahhhhh,” he slurred as I continued hard and fast, making sure I was pulling out his pink puckered hole as I now was fucking Troy. He was my bitch now, and his grunts and moans were only making me hotter.
SLAP—THWAP—SLAP.
SMACK… SLAP… THWAP.
“Yeeaaahhhh.”
SLAP—SLAP—THWAP.
“Fffuuuck—yeahhh.”
SLAP—SLAP—SLAP-SLAP.
“Shiiiittt… assswwweee.”
It was music to my ears.
And then I felt it… Troy’s ass tightened and stayed tight… oh, this kid was about to blow.
“Shit—shit—Daaavid—!” he struggled to hold his voice down.
“What is it, buddy? Tell me,” I continued egging him on, trying to speak as I absolutely ravaged his hole.
“I’m—gonna—NGHH—CUM—!” he absolutely yelled.
His body shook and convulsed under me, but still I continued mercilessly pounding away at his hole.
all the way out, then all the way back in, in strong, powerful thrusts.
“Fffuuuck—AAH—!” as his body tensed. “CUMMMMMMMG!”
His body broke into a full-on sweat. He threw his head to the side, his eyes rolled back into his own head as the sensations took him over.
“Like it, Troy? How does your treatment feel?” I was talking down to him.
“Ggg—GOOOOD—mmhh—!” he blurted out in his deep manly voice.
When he was done, I could clearly see the white puddles of cum over him his breath still catching up with his body.
I unceremoniously pulled out, an audible pop and long hiss as his now puckered and stretched asshole let out some of the air I had been pumping into him.
Troy’s face flushed red, but I made sure to hold him in place, putting my weight onto his exposed body so he could feel what I wanted him to feel, being exposed and humiliated.
I wanted him to have the experience.
“On your back.”
Troy was still not over his massive orgasm, but I positioned him on his back on the cold cum covered floor and raised his legs.
“Hold them,” I ordered, and in some uncertainty he did.
“Ooohhhh shiiit,” his eyes bulged as I sank back into him.
New sounds came out of Troy. It was a new kind of pleasure, a new position and stimulation.
“I got you, buddy,” I rested my forehead on his, our eyes meeting as he slowly sank back into loving the feeling.
I was fucking him properly, a mix of soft and rough that had Troy whimpering and moaning under me, head thrown caution to the wind and if anyone walked in to the office,they were going to hear Troy getting fucked.
“Does it feel good, Troy?” And with eyes half-closed, he nodded.
“First the pain,” I said, our faces close and intimate.
“Now pleasure,” I whispered as I started picking up speed.
Troy was now nothing but moans and grunts.
This big, built sex machine was now actively meeting my thrusts in wild moans of abandon.
Then again, the joys of youth, his balls pulled up even as my body came smashing into him as we fucked, and his cock a wet mess, and I knew what was going to happen next.
I grabbed his inner thigh and pushed down on his legs, basically making him do a split. As I continued to pound away, he groaned in some pain, but he never let up. He kept trying to push back and meet my thrusts.
His eyes opened wide, a mix of fear, shame, and absolute satisfaction. His mouth opened wide, but he never made a sound.
His cock blasted several ropes of cum over his neck, chest, and belly button.
His body shaking as the rush washed over him.
I pulled out again and started jerking my cock. He looked away as if that made any diffrence.
“Here it comes, buddy,” I grunted and blasted my own load all over him, his chest, his balls, his cock. He was a fucking wet dream even covered in cum.
For the ladies hes fucked, I took my wet cock and stuffed it back into his puckered hole “ooooOOOOWWW” he grunted.
I recovered, I got up and grabbed some hand towels and started cleaned up.
“Great job, Troy. You took it like a champ,” I said as I washed off my hands, getting dressed I adjusted myself, and walked out of the bathroom.
Like it was nothing.
Like he was nothing.
Leaving my soon-to-be cock-hungry Troy still trying to find his legs to get up.
I didn’t even look back.
On my way out, I reached down and picked up his jockstrap off the floor, the white fabric still warm, still stretched out from everything.
Folded it once.
Then kept it.
Didn’t ask, and Troy was pulling hand towels to wipe everything down, in fear and worry.
Back in the office, he walked around with nothing under those tight pants, every step reminding him what just happened.
Troy really left nothing to the imagination now that he was full-on commando.
Those white pants? Yeah… not doing him any favors.
Every step he took, everything was right there, his cock and balls outlined, held in place just enough, but not hidden. Not even close.
And they saw it.
All of them.
You could feel it the second the office got filled with people and visitors.
Heads dipping down for a second too long… eyes snapping back up… little giggles they tried to swallow.
Married, single, didn’t matter.
They were getting a front row seat to the hottest guy in the fucking building, and nobody was about to say a word about it.
They tried to play it off, papers shuffled, screens clicked, fake focus, but every now and then you’d catch it.
That glance.
That second look.
That “I shouldn’t be staring at this” look.
But they were.
All of them.
And Troy?
He knew.
Even walking a little slower… like he was letting it happen. That's the attention he wanted after all, he needed to see if this second treatment had done its job.
The guys just ignored it for the most part.
They already knew what Troy was, young, horny, not picky. If it moved and gave him a look, he’d find a way to fuck it.
Nothing new there.
Just another day for him.
Or at least that’s what it looked like.
We did not cross words that day at all, no small talk, no jokes, nothing.
That was new.
Usually he had something to say, some comment, some smug little remark like he always did.
Not today.
Today he kept to himself.
Did his work.
Didn’t look my way.
And I let him.
I ignored it.
Because I got what I wanted.
And honestly? If that was all it ever was… that was fine.
I had just royally raw fucked the hot piece of ass that every woman in this building wanted.
Used him up.
Left him quiet.
I could still see it in my head… the way he took it.
Yeah…
That was more than enough.
Ahh yeah… this was an amazing Monday for me anyway.
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