"Alright, mate, just sit tight. Doc'll be with ya in a sec," the receptionist said, barely glancing up from her computer. Shane slouched in the plastic chair, bouncing one leg impatiently. His white Nike socks peeked above the scuffed trainers, the tracksuit sleeves rolled up past his elbows.
The office smelled like antiseptic and something faintly sour—old sweat, maybe. Shane wrinkled his nose and flicked at a loose thread on his sleeve. He'd been told this was just routine, part of the scholarship deal. "Full physical," they'd said, like it was no big deal. But something about the way the nurse had smirked when he handed him the forms made his stomach tighten.
The door creaked open before he could dwell on it. A bulky bloke in a too-tight white coat stood there, glasses sliding down his nose. "Shane, is it?" Dr. Webb's voice was oddly smooth for a man his size, like he'd practiced sounding calm. His eyes lingered just a second too long on Shane's socks. "Come in, then. Let's not waste time."
Inside, the exam table's paper cover crinkled under Shane's palms as he hopped up. The doc's fingers—thick, slightly clammy—flipped through his file. "Right. First, let me introduce Drew.” He said, pointing to a scrawny nerd, about the same age as Shane. “He will be assisting me today.” The doc continued.
Shane eyed the assistant, Drew, who adjusted his glasses with trembling fingers, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. The room felt smaller suddenly, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead like a trapped insect. Dr. Webb cleared his throat and grasped Shane’s left ankle, slipping off the trainer and revealing the damp white sock beneath.
Shane gasped as the doctor held the trainer to his face and inhaled deeply, before passing it to his assistant. The nerd inhaled deeply from it and spoke for the first time “high testosterone, high defiance and elevated sex drive?” He said to his mentor, lacking confidence. Dr Webb smiled “very good Drew!”.
Webb turned back to the confused Shane and without comment reached out and massaged Shane’s socked foot. “Take it off!” The doctor ordered. Shane recolied and began to protest but the man shushed him “i wasnt talking to you!” He said, beckoning drew forward.
Drew hesitated, then knelt and peeled the sock from Shane’s foot inch by inch, his fingers shaking against Shane’s skin. The sock peeled away damp, revealing Shane’s pale sole – slightly wrinkled from sweat, toes twitching instinctively. Drew held the sock to his nose, eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled. “Christ…” he whispered, voice cracking. Webb snatched it from him and took his own deep whiff, letting out a satisfied groan.
Shane shifted uncomfortably on the table, as both of his “assessors” stared at his exposed sole. “Observations Drew?” Asked Webb. Drew lent forward and caressed the soft sole of shanes foot, “a fine specimen” he stuttered in response. Webb nodded in agreement, prying off the right trainer. Again, without asking, the doctor positioned the bare and socked foot side by side. The obedient drew picked up a camera from the cabinet and positioned to take a photo of the soles side by side.
Shane had had enough “wait what the fuck is all this?” He asked. Webb turned to shane annoyed, looking him in the eye as if he’d forgotten his subject had the ability to speak. He cleared his throat “we must document as we go!” He answered, picking up Shane’s completed questionnaire from the desk.
Webb nodded at drew, and the unmistakable click of photos being taken began. Before shane could argue, Webb began his interrogation of shanes questionnaire answers. “18, straight, non-virgin?” He queried.
“Yeah,” Shane muttered, his leg twitching under Webb’s grip as the man traced a fingertip along his bare sole. Drew’s camera flashed again, capturing Shane’s grimace.
Webb continued “Penis length - not answered, frequency of masturbation - not answered?” Casting shane a questioning look. But shanes attention snapped to his feet where drew was peeling off his other sock. Webb placed a finger below Shanes chin and made the lad look back at him “let him work, i asked why you hadn’t answered!”.
Shane scoffed “aint relevant is it? Im not gonna answer that shit” he said defiantly. Webb sighed “all questions are relevent”. Shane gulped “fuck it, erm idk like 9 inches and a few times a day?”. Webb looked shane in the eye in a way that seemed to suggest he didnt believe the chav’s answers, but he jotted them down.
Shane’s distracted focus snapped back to his feet as he felt a warm wet sensation against one of his soles. To his disgust the nerd Drew had his tongue put and was licking his foot. No, this was definitely not a standard medical thought shane, and hed had enough. He tried to pull his foot away, but noticed he couldnt! Whilst hed been distracted by Webb drew had secured his ankles to the bed. Shane struggled against the restraints “what rhe fuck, get off!”. Drew looked up at Dr Webb “you were right, he would have been a fighter”. The nerd then looked Shane straight in the eyes, winked, and sucked greedily on Shanes big toe, never breaking eye contact.
Webb chuckled and patted Drews head “good boy” he said, before sliding a chair between Shane’s legs and leaning in close. Shane could smell the man’s breath—coffee and something metallic. “Now,” Webb murmured, tapping the clipboard, “let’s address these… discrepancies.” His free hand slid up Shane’s inner thigh, stopping just shy of his crotch. Shane jerked against the restraints, his face burning. “You expect me to believe this?” Webb flicked the waistband of Shane’s tracksuit bottoms. “Nine inches? A few times a day?” He tutted. “We’ll see about that.”
Shane’s pulse hammered in his throat as Webb undid the drawstring with deliberate slowness. The fabric pooled around his hips, exposing the outline of his briefs beneath—sweat-darkened at the seams. Drew moaned around Shane’s toe, his fingers digging into the chav’s calf. “Fuckin’ stop—” Shane’s voice cracked as Webb traced the bulge through the cotton, his thumb pressing just hard enough to make Shane gasp.
“Show me” Webb ordered Shane. Shane didnt budge, just continued his suirming and incoherent protests. Webb gently cupped Shanes heavy balls through his boxers “i said - show me”.
Shane reluctantly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers “please dont, im strai…”. His complaint stopped by a finger to his lips by Webb “get on with it” the doctor said. Shane gulped and pulled down his underwear. Both Webb and Drew gasped as Shanes limp but long and thick dick was exposed.
Shane blushed, causing Webb to say “oh sorry Shane, you probably feel embarrassed!”. Shane nodded, perhaps theyd let him get dressed. But Webb had other ideas, he asked Drew to get his trousers off, so shane wouldnt feel alone.
Drew slipped his trousers and underwear down without question. Shane couldnt help but look as a huge 12” thick errection sprang from the geek’s underwear and slapped into the guys abdomen. Shane was shocked, how could such a scrawny guy carry such a thing!
“Dont worry shane im sure yours is just as impressive, get it hard for us?” Said Webb.
Shane shook his head “im not gay, i aint doing that!” He protested. Webb sighed “just get erect so we can take the measurements!”. Shane shook his head. “Have it your way” sneered Webb, “wager time lads, last one to cum sucks me off!”. Shanes face went pale, but Drew began to wank his own, already rock hard, dick. Webb looked at drew “never said you had to use your hands, youve been good!” He said. Drew smiled and stepped forwards, he spat directly on shanes sole and started rubbing his large cock against it, letting out a gasp. Webb looked at Shane “better get catching up!” He laughed.
Reluctantly, shane reached down and started playing with his own dick, tempting it to harden. With his eyes tightly shut shane managed to work himself to full errection and began pumping. But no sooner than he had he heard a grunt, his eyes opening just in time to see Drew shoot a huge load of cum over his foot. Shane unconsciously wrinkled his foot as the warm liquid coated his sole and toes.
Shane looked at Webb, hoping that was the end of it. But Webb just shrugged “i suppose youll be sucking me off then” he said. Shane protested “wait what? But i didnt cum yet!”. Webb chuckled “you havent cum yet because youre not gay, but Drew wasnt using his hands, you were!” He pointed out, patting shane on the head.
“Its not fair, he was already hard!” Said shane. Webb chuckled, “okay, okay fair is fair. Would you like double or nothing?”. A desperate Shane agreed.
Webb smiled - restrained Shanes arms and released his ankles. “New game, double jeapardy - but since you’re straight it will be easy.” Said Webb. The doc approached the bottom of the table and slid off his bottoms, revealing a thick, if short, cock. “You will give me a footjob, as Drew wanks you off… if youre good enough to make me cum first, you can go. But if you shoot first, i fuck you!”.
Shane started to complain but drew already had his hand wrapped around his errection. Webb sighed and pointed at his own manhood “best get going or you’re definitely getting fucked” he sneered. Shane reluctantly pressed his bare soles together and slid them down the older guys dick, drews cum acting as lubricant.
Drew smiled down at Shane and began pumping the chavs cock with vigour, whilst Webb groaned at the sensation of Shanes feet sliding up and down his shaft. Shane tried to concentrate on just the footjob and ignore drews hands, but the pleasure was too much. He let out a moan as drew thumbed his tip.
“Youll have to do better than that!” Snapped Webb. Shane increased both pressure and speed, but viciously so did drew.
Webb moaned as shanes feet rubbed firmly against his shaft, sweat dripping from his brow as shane worked him. Shane tried to ignore drews hands but a firm twist of his wrist and a cupping of his balls was too much, he was on the edge. Suddenly Drew released shanes aching prick, and Webb lifted shanes feet to his face. Shane was confused “what why? Why stop?” He asked.
Drew delicately teased Shane’s glans with his thumb, a steady stream of precum aiding his torment. “He’s desperate Doc, he’s ready” he advised Webb. The doctor, still face deep in shanes feet, lifted them onto his shoulders and stepped forward.
Shane gasped in shock as Webb, positioned between his legs, rubbed his dick against shanes ass. “Relax and breathe deeply Shane, im going to fuck you now!”.
Shane struggled against his restraints, but Webb was already pressing forward. Shane couldnt help but whimper as he felt the tip press against his virgin hole. The doctor chuckled “thats it lad, give in to it” he said, pressing forward slowly.
Shane squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip as he felt Webb breach him. The burn was worse than anything he’d imagined, and he couldn’t stop the strangled groan that escaped his throat. Drew, still stroking Shane’s cock, leaned in close. “Breathe,” he whispered, his breath hot against Shane’s ear. “It’ll feel better once he’s all the way in.”
Webb’s grip on Shane’s hips tightened, his thumbs digging into the sweat-slick skin as he pushed deeper. Shane’s legs trembled, his feet still perched on Webb’s shoulders, toes curling involuntarily. The doctor let out a low, satisfied hum. “Tight as I thought,” he muttered, rolling his hips experimentally. Shane gasped, his cock twitching in Drew’s hand despite himself. The shame of it—his body reacting while his mind screamed—made his stomach churn.
Drew’s fingers tightened around Shane’s shaft, his thumb swiping over the leaking tip. “Look at him, Doc,” he breathed, eyes wide behind his glasses. “He’s fighting it, but his body knows what it wants.” Webb chuckled, pulling back slightly before driving forward again, harder this time. Shane’s back arched off the table, a broken noise escaping him. The stretch was unbearable, but the heat pooling in his gut was worse. He hated it. Hated them. Hated how his traitorous hips jerked to meet Webb’s thrusts.
Webb’s breath came in ragged bursts, his forehead glistening. “Good lad,” he panted, snapping his hips faster. The slap of skin filled the room, mingling with Shane’s shallow gasps. Drew’s grip shifted, twisting just so—Shane’s vision whited out for a second. “Fuck—” His voice cracked, his toes digging into Webb’s shoulders. The doctor groaned, his rhythm stuttering. “That’s it, take it,” Webb growled, his hands bruising Shane’s thighs.
Drew’s fingers sped up, his other hand squeezing Shane’s balls. “Gonna make you come like this,” he whispered, feverish. Shane shook his head wildly, but his hips bucked into Drew’s fist anyway. The shame burned hotter than the stretch inside him. Webb’s thrusts turned erratic, his cock pulsing. “Almost there—” he grunted, his grip tightening. Shane braced, but the sudden warmth flooding him made his stomach clench. Webb stilled, buried to the hilt, his breath hot against Shane’s neck.
Drew didn’t let up. His thumb circled Shane’s frenulum, slick with precum. Shane’s thighs trembled, his orgasm cresting despite the bile rising in his throat. “Stop—fuck—” The plea died as Drew twisted his wrist. Shane came with a choked gasp, ropes of cum striping his stomach. Drew moaned, scooping it up with his fingers and licking them clean. Webb pulled out slowly, watching Shane’s hole flutter around nothing. “Good boy,” he murmured, patting Shane’s damp cheek.
Shane panted, but couldn’t catch his breath before he felt a bigger, fatter intruder. He opened his eyes to see drew, pushing his huge pole against his hole.
Shane gasped as drew pressed his head against him. Webb chuckled, lifting Shane’s legs high “relax Shane, you’re taking it well, but drews cock is much bigger than mine.” He said.
Drew didn’t wait for Shane to respond—just pushed forward. Shane’s breath hitched, his body tensing as Drew’s massive cock stretched him wider than he thought possible. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, his toes curling into fists against Webb’s grip. “Fuck—fuck—” Shane choked out, his voice raw.
Webb clicked his tongue, running a thumb over Shane’s trembling lower lip. “Breathe, lad. You’re doing so well.” His praise dripped with condescension, his fingers tightening around Shane’s thighs as Drew bottomed out with a groan. Shane’s stomach bulged slightly, the outline of Drew’s cock visible beneath his skin.
Drew’s glasses fogged as he panted, his hips twitching. “Christ—he’s tight,” he hissed, his fingers digging into Shane’s hips. Shane whimpered, the stretch bordering on pain, but the relentless pressure against his prostate sent sparks up his spine. His spent cock twitched against his stomach, betraying him again.
Webb leaned in, his breath hot against Shane’s ear. “Look at him,” he murmured, gripping Shane’s jaw to force his gaze downward. Shane’s stomach lurched at the sight—his own abdomen slightly distended, Drew’s cock visibly shifting inside him with each shallow thrust. “Never seen that before, have you?” Webb’s chuckle was dark. “That’s what happens when you lie about your measurements.”
Drew moaned, his hips jerking erratically. His fingers trembled where they dug into Shane’s flesh, his glasses slipping down his nose. “Fuck—fuck, he’s squeezing me—” His voice cracked, his rhythm faltering. Shane gasped as Drew’s cock twitched inside him, the sudden swell of heat making his toes curl.
Webb laughed, patting Shane’s thigh. “There it is,” he murmured. “Feel that?” Shane clenched his teeth, his stomach tightening as Drew’s release flooded him, thick and hot. Drew groaned, collapsing forward, his sweaty forehead pressing against Shane’s chest. His hips stuttered, each pulse coaxing another choked noise from Shane’s throat.
Drew pulled up his trousers and left the room. Webb placed some clothes onto the table alomg woth a document which he quickly signed before untying the defeated shane. “Get showered and dressed, oh and congratulations” webb said before leaving, locking the door behind him.
Shane eventually got the strength to push himself from the bed and stumble ro the table. The paperwork caught his attention. “Congratulations to Mr Shane Mullen, on the award of your full scholarship.” Shane continued reading puzzled. “We are delighted to offer you a place on our Rentboy program”.
Shane, trembled and knocked against the table, knocking the clothes to the floor. He knelt to pick them up. A black Jockstrap and white socks, and a white croptop. What the fuck was he going to do now?
