Sexy Muscleboy Molested at the Doctor's Office

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

I was the epitome of masculine beauty. My body was, in my opinion, absolutely perfect (although at 5'7", I was definitely on the shorter side, and always wished I could be a little taller). I was 22, and had been lifting for about five years now: my favorite lifts were ones that built up my legs and ass, followed by my chest. In true gym bro fashion, I did bench presses and squats religiously, usually about three times a week, and had managed to build up the most beautiful rack, and the most beautiful ass, that had ever existed on this green earth. It looked like I was carrying a pair of cantaloupes on my chest, and a pair of watermelons on my ass. My legs, which bore the brunt of carrying around my beautiful tush, were also nothing to scoff at: thick, powerful, with massive quads and hamstrings that could put even the thikkest TikTok thot to shame. Behind my chest, ass, and legs my next favorite area to train were my abs. They were absolutely sculpted, almost resembling an eight-pack of hard-boiled eggs. Naturally, I was a bit of a show-off. After all, with a body like mine, I'd be doing the world a disservice if I didn't let them take a peek! As a result, my wardrobe consisted almost exclusively of tight little baby tees and tank tops, as well as yoga pants and skin-hugging athletic shorts. I'd make sure to buy all my clothes a few sizes down, meaning they'd end up framing my luscious body like a second skin. If I bent over or stretched, my shirt would ride up my stomach and my pants would slide down almost to my asscrack, exposing my beautifully sculpted lower belly and my dimpled lower back. For some reason, these public displays would always attract the attention of older men instead of chicks. Every time I bent over at the gym, whether it was to stretch or pick up a weight, I'd feel heads turning and eyes literally fucking me all over. Not that I minded: if anything, I got off on the attention.

I knew I looked amazing, and would spend almost half an hour after each gym session posing in front of the mirror, taking selfies, letting the light hit my beautiful curves in all the right places. Lately I'd even started wearing a skimpy little thong under my yoga pants. I absolutely loved the way my figure looked in it: my hips and ass always managed to stretch the tiny little fabric to its absolute limit. Every time I indulged in one of these little photoshoots, my mind would always subconsciously drift to a recurring fantasy of an older, bigger man from the gym would barging in, discovering me, and then proceeding to "take advantage of me" in my horned-up, vulnerable, sweaty state. I would vividly imagine my beautiful tush bent over a gym bench, strong hands smacking and fondling it, pulling my thong down while I moaned in pleasure, then having a hard dick shoved into my tight little hole while fingers clasped around my beautiful titties and hard little nipples, groping them while pounding my slutty ass into oblivion. I'd already be rock-hard just from admiring myself in the mirror, and these intrusive fantasies always pushed me past the edge. My cock would start leaking uncontrollably, and I'd end up jerking off and blowing my load all over the mirror as I imagined my beautiful, sultry body being at the mercy of an older man (or two).

Inevitably, by the time I'd come home, I'd have nothing left in the tank for my girlfriend. We hadn't had sex in months, and I was too busy with my little fantasies to care. We fought about it constantly, to the point where one day she demanded that I see a doctor for my ED. I gave in just to placate her, and booked an appointment with a primary care physician the following day. I hadn't been to a doctor in a while, so I had to browse my insurance website to find the nearest doctor that accepted my plan. My criteria wasn't very rigourous: I really just needed a warm body who could prescribe me something and let me get on with my day.

I showed up in the waiting room in my usual attire - a tight little white T-shirt that exposed most of my arms, and even showed a little bit of lower stomach. My ass and legs were wrapped in extremely tight black yoga pants that also rode fairly low. Hidden underneath was a red thong that I'd put on without thinking, but now slightly regretted. Hopefully the doctor would be okay with simply talking, and not feel the need to examine my 'nether regions'. I strutted in, my ass and hips shaking back and forth as I headed over to the check-in counter, and rested my arms on the countertop while stretching my ass out and arching my back. Normally this would be pretty inappropriate in any circumstance, but I'd gotten so used to showing off that this kind of behavior was second nature to me. There were a few older men in the waiting room, and even without turning around I knew their hungry eyes were fixed on my body, probably thinking dirty thoughts as they eye-fucked me up and down.

After checking in, I headed over and plopped my tush down in an empty chair to fill out my new patient paperwork. Almost immediately, one of the older gentlemen who had already been waiting got up, shuffled over and sat right next to me. At first he said nothing, just sat there, breathing heavily. Then he leaned over and whispered hoarsely in my ear, "you really shouldn't dress like that, boy. You're showing way too much skin. Some people might get the wrong idea."

"Don't tell me how to dress." I said dismissively, a little taken aback by his uninhibited nature.

"You done got me all hot and bothered," he whispered into my ear again, "I'll be thinking about you later when I jerk my meat."

I immediately felt blood rushing to my nether regions, but I mustered all the mental strength I could to will it away. Getting hard right now would definitely not help me get the ED medicine I came here for.

"Leave me alone, creep." I said sternly, then got up and walked over to the corner, knowing his lecherous eyes were ogling my luscious ass the entire time. As I sat down and looked back at him, my eyes gravitated to his crotch, and the tent that was forming there told me exactly what was going on in his mind. I gave him the coldest look I could: he seemed to get the idea, and didn't get up to follow (besides, he was already "up" in a different way).

Finally, my name was called, and the nurse escorted me to the examination room. The doctor was already there, sitting down in his chair, as was one other gentleman who was standing in the corner. They both looked to be in their early seventies, almost bald, with wispy gray hair on either side of their head. Both were also heavy-set and significantly larger than me, despite my muscular frame. It always bothered me when doctors doled out advice about "staying fit" when their own bodies looked like they hadn't been used in ages. I really hoped these guys weren't so out of touch that they didn't even know what Cialis was.

"Pleasure to meet you." said the doctor, "I hope you don't mind, this is my assistant, Henry. He'll be observing our appointment today."

"Good to meet you, sirs." I said, a little confused since I wasn't used to a doctor's assistant being this old. Usually it was some pimply-faced med school nerd.

"Please shut the door, and sit on the examination table and we can talk about what the issue is." the doctor said calmly, giving the examination table a firm slap. I did as I was told, walking over and hopping onto the paper-covered surface, feeling my shirt ride up and expose a few inches of my lower back as I did so, my watermelon ass spreading as it absorbed the weight of my body. Henry had been standing right next to the table, and oddly enough, didn't even budge when I sat down. He was now so close that I could feel the warmth radiating off him, and could hear his heavy breathing as he stood only a foot away from me.

The doctor, continuing to sit in his chair, rolled forward until he was face-to-face with me, also uncomfortably close. It was like these guys had no understanding of personal space.

"What seems to be the issue today?" he asked, looking at his clipboard.

"I... um... I've been having some issues getting erect." I said quietly, feeling my face flush a little at this statement. No guys likes to admit they have problems with their manhood (especially if it's not technically true), but I had to swallow my pride. Maybe if I said the right things, he'd just give me a prescription for Cialis, which would help keep my girlfriend satisfied AND allow me to continue indulging in my little post-workout activities.

The doctor immediately perked up and lowered his clipboard, looking at me inquisitively. "A fit boy like you? That sounds odd."

"Yeah, I don't understand it myself." I lied.

"All right, let me take a quick look." said the doctor, "Please lower your pants and underwear."

My heart dropped a little, but I guess I should have expected some sort of physical examination. I did as I was told. I started pulling my tight yoga pants down, struggling a bit as my legs had gotten a bit sweaty from my waiting room encounter. As I lowered them to just below my knees, they inevitably took my tight, skimpy little thong with them. I was a little relieved at this, since at least I wouldn't have to explain why I was wearing a thong.

"Lower, please." said the doctor. I lowered the pants until they were around my ankles.

"I would advise against wearing tight fabrics like that," the doctor remarked after a slight pause, reaching down, grabbing my thong with his index finger, and pulling it up my legs until they were at knee height. My face flushed again. "I can tell you work out a lot and probably enjoy showing off your legs, but the pressure on your pelvic area can really do a number on your sperm count."

This remark took me aback a little, but I didn't know how to respond. My treacherous dick decided to respond instead, and I felt an uncontrollable stirring in my pelvic region. Ugh, not now!

"I'll just do a physical while I'm at it, so I'm going to have you lift your shirt up for me." the doctor said, glancing back down at his notes. I slowly peeled my shirt up with my hands, exposing my beautiful abdominal rack.

"All the way please. Henry, why don't you help him." the doctor said, his eyes still on his notes. Henry leaned towards me and with an unexpectedly swift, rough motion, grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head, tucking it behind my neck. I gasped a little at the sudden invasion of my personal space, as well as his seemingly callous attitude. My entire torso was now exposed. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror across the room. I have to admit, I looked absolutely stunning. I'd had a full-body workout earlier that day and gotten a fantastic pump: every muscle seemed to bulge to the maximum, the overhead light accentuating every curve of my silky smooth, perfectly sculpted torso. Henry seemed to be fascinated by the sight in front of him as well: he continued to lean over me, so close that I could feel his breath on the top of my chest. His eyes ogled my body up and down, and for a second I thought I saw him lick his lips.

"Sorry, do you mind?" I asked. Henry didn't respond, and stood there for a few seconds more, his eyes still examining my body. He then stepped away slowly, as if independently of my request, but didn't venture too far. His gaze remained fixed on my physique, but also began glancing down towards my cock every so often. I knew exactly why this was: my 'little friend' had chosen the perfect time to announce himself. Exposing myself like this to two significantly older men was the quintessential wet dream for me. I tried to will my cock back down, conjuring up images of fatal car crashes and dead kittens in my mind, but it was all in vain. I felt my man-meat stiffen more and more, twitching as it rose to full attention. Even worse, it looked significantly larger in the mirror than I remembered. I felt my face turn red with embarrassment.

"Sorry... I don't know what's happening..." I mumbled.

"No, this is perfect. At least we know it's now a blood flow issue." the doctor chuckled, finally looking up from his notes, his eyes fixating on my now fully erect, 8" boy rod. "Now, I'm going to need you to please spread your legs, so that I can do a more detailed examination."

I did as I was told, spreading my thighs out as far as they would go. It felt like I was displaying my cock to the room now, proudly parading it in front of everyone like some kind of banner. The doctor walked over to me until he was within arm's reach, then knelt down on the floor so his face was at eye level with my rock-hard cock.

"I'm going to do a quick reflex test." he said, reaching one hand up towards my dick. I was surprised that he wasn't wearing gloves, but didn't say anything. My traitorous cock seemed to gravitate towards his hand like a magnet, as if it wanted to be touched. I bit my lips and looked away, my eyes suddenly locking with Henry's, who was hadn't moved from his post. He looked back at me with a lecherous gleam in his eyes. We held our gaze for a few seconds, and then I let out a feminine gasp as I felt the doctor's hand touch my cockhead. The feeling of my cock getting even the slightest bit of attention from someone other than myself was unbelievably pleasurable, even if it was all clinical.

"Well, that's a good sign." the doctor laughed. I looked back at my cock, and saw that I had spurted a drop of precum onto the doctor's finger.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" I gasped, "I don't know what's wrong with me!"

"Absolutely nothing, young man." the doctor said quietly, "now just sit tight while I check out a few things."

He began running his finger gently over my rock-hard dick, which pulsed and twitched eagerly. Even the lightest graze of his finger against my shaft sent waves of pleasure washing through my loins. My piss slit continued to release precum at even the slightest bit of attention: there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

"Fuck... please don't touch it... it's so sensitive..." I moaned, eyes half-closed, gazing at the doctor with a mixture of lust and desperation. I knew that blowing my load would be bad on so many levels. However, my repressed hormones were completely overwhelming me, clouding my judgement and turning me into nothing more than a mindless piece of meat. The cock that I had vowed to control now seemed to have a will of its own, fixating all my senses on the finger travelling up and down my shaft, tracing contours around my cleanly shaved pubic area, gently tickling my cum-filled, hairless nutsack, and occasionally brushing against my unbearably sensitive cockhead. Every touch caused my cock to jump, as if begging the doctor for more.

"Sensitivity is good." the doctor remarked, "you have a very good response. I don't see any issues there. Now I just need to check for lumps in your testicles. Standard procedure, you understand."

"Oh fuck..." I groaned as his hand clasped around my nutsack and gave it a firm squeeze. I felt my balls being examined - no, caressed is probably a better word - and I threw my head back in pleasure. I couldn't help but emit light moans as the doctor continued to knead, pull, grope and squeeze my milky balls far past any reasonable duration of time.

"When was the last time you had a prostate exam?" the doctor asked.

"Oohh.. mmhh.. can't remember..." I muttered, eyes still closed. All of a sudden, I felt the doctor reach up and gently touch the opening of my perfectly smooth, tight asshole with his index finger. I let out a gasp, and felt a large spurt of precum evacuate my piss slit. The doctor chuckled, then began tickling and tracing circles around my asshole while continuing to grope my sack with his other hand.

"Relax, this will only take a second." he said softly. I only moaned in response, my voice louder and more obvious now. His finger continued to poke and prod at my hole, until it finally pushed inside with an audible 'pop'. I let out a feminine-sounding yelp as I felt his finger enter me slowly, pushing in about an inch, rummaging around, pulling back only to push back in further.

"So far so good.." the doctor murmured, as he continued to force his finger further and further into me in rapid, rhythmic motions. This definitely did not feel like a standard rectal exam, but at this point I didn't care. The sensations washing over me were too overwhelming. I found myself thrusting my hips onto his finger involuntarily, following his rhythm, wanting more. I felt his hand release my nutsack, then travel upwards and wrap itself around my shaft. I gasped as his warm hand gripped my pulsating boy-rod tightly, giving it a few firm squeezes, then began slowly moving up and down.

"What... what are you doing?" I gasped, lifting my head and looking down at the doctor. He was literally stroking my cock at this point, his finger still in my bum. I needed answers!

"It's unhealthy for a young man like you to be aroused for prolonged periods without ejaculating." the doctor answered matter-of-factly, "it puts you at much greater risk of prostate cancer. We're going to need to empty your testicles, I'm afraid."

"Wait, what? No, please! " I said anxiously. In a mild panic, I tried to push myself off the table and away from the doctor's evil clutches. It was at this point that Henry, who had so far held his post at my side, simply admiring the view, stepped in. With lightning-fast precision, he grabbed my wrists and bound them behind my back with what felt like a zip-tie.

"What are you doing?" I exclaimed, "You can't do this to me!"

"This is for your own good." said the doctor, "you're putting your long-term health at risk with this kind of behavior. It's healthy and natural to release your semen."

"It's my body, it's my choice!" I protested. The irony of this statement was too thick, as I was now completely helpless. My arms were bound, leaving me unable to lift myself off the table. My legs were spread wide, and my cock and asshole were at the mercy of the old man in front of me. He was really getting into it now, fingering my hole roughly and pumping the entire length of my shaft with his fist, albeit still slowly. My cock was leaking like a fountain at this point, clearly enjoying the attention, and clear precum was running from my head down onto the doctor's hand in a steady stream, some of it oozing down to the floor in long strands.

"Henry, why don't you check him for gynecomastia," the doctor said, "his jugs look awfully big to me".

"Ugh! No! I don't have that!" I protested, "I just have really big pecs!" My pleas were ignored. Henry walked up to me, pondered for a second, then reached over and gave my right nipple a firm tug.

"Oooooh! Fuck!" I yelped in a mixture of pain and pleasure, my cock twitched in response.

"Great reaction," the doctor remarked, "go ahead and get a better look."

Henry wasted no time sliding in behind me on the examination table. Pressing his burly chest against my back, he then spread his chubby legs and slid them over mine. I was now even more immobilized than before - not only could I not move my arms due to my bound wrists, my legs were also pinned down by Henry's. I felt completely and utterly helpless: it was both frightening and exhilirating at the same time.

I glanced around to either side, trying to figure out what Henry was up to. I saw his hands reach around, slide under my arms, and freeze a few inches away from my massive pectorals. I knew exactly what was about to happen.

"Don't you dare!" I exclaimed. Ignoring me completely, Henry reached up and cupped a pec in each hand. The feeling of his callous hands on my smooth, meaty boy-tits was absolutely amazing. I couldn't help but moan like a total slut as he squeezed and kneaded my titty flesh like dough between his fingers, occasionally giving my hard little nipples a tight squeeze. My cock responded instantly to the stimulation, somehow hardening even further, pointing right at the sky as the doctor continued to stroke it slowly and meticulously. The sheer amount of stimulation and pleasure was too overwhelming at this point. My sexy, beefy body was at the mercy of these two lecherous perverts, pumping my rock-hard cock, finger-fucking my ass, and molesting my poor titties. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back onto Henry's shoulder, feeling completely helpless and dominated, my mind descending deeper and deeper into a lust-filled haze. I was moaning nonstop at this point, almost uncontrollably, gyrating my midsection and pelvis, my beautiful, rock-hard abs flexed to their limit, thrusting my cock into the doctor's hand and riding his finger almost on my own. At some point he didn't even have to move anymore: I was doing all the work myself.

"Something tells me our young friend is enjoying himself." crooned the doctor, admiring my muscular body covered in glistening sweat that ran down my torso and pooled around my abs and bellybutton. Henry chuckled in response, his mouth pressed against my ear, his warm breath humid against my cheek.

"Ooooh... please... have mercy..." I begged in between moans, my voice hoarse and slutty.

"There's one last phase to the examination," said the doctor. I felt his finger pull out of my ass, and his hand released my cock. I heard the sound of a belt unbuckling and a fly unzipping.

"Oh shit... what are you..." I gasped, looking up in panic. I caught a faint glimpse of the doctor's seven-inch, rock-hard dick before he thrust it up against my asshole. I squealed as his thick, veiny mushroom tip entered my sweaty hole with a moist 'pop', and continued emitting high-pitched, feminine yelps and moans as he thrust inside slowly and deliberately, gradually stretching my asshole and shoving his cock deeper and deeper into me.

"Oh god... doctor... you're fucking me..." I said quietly, looking up at him. He grinned back down at me. His hands went down to my stomach and wrapped around my midsection as his entire cock filled my bowels. He paused for a second, then began thrusting with slow, powerful, deliberate strokes.

"Oooooh... ooooohhhh..." I moaned helplessly as the doctor had his way with me. My own cock was at full mast, spurting precum with every thrust the doctor took. I had no idea how I was able to emit so much precum - I could only guess it was because I always tried to stay very well hydrated. The gooey, clear liquid splattered over my abs and onto the doctor's scrubs. Occasionally Henry would reach over with one hand, grab some precum and proceed to smear it all over my chest gingerly as he continued to manhandle my poor titties. I gradually felt the doctor's thrusts speeding up, getting rougher, and I saw his face begin to change as he neared orgasm. His cock swelled inside me, getting larger and larger as it filled with blood.

"Ughhh... take my load, you slut!" he yelled suddenly, and with an animalistic roar, blew his massive doctoral load into my tight ass. I screamed as he pounded me furiously, emptying his entire load into me, making sure none went to waste. It took him about ten thrusts to finish: after he was done, he stayed inside me for a bit, panting and catching his breath. I felt his cock leaking, pulsing and gradually shrinking. Finally, he smacked my hard abs a few times, and pulled out, welcoming the cool air into my stretched-out, puckered asshole.

The doctor had gotten his rocks off, but I was still unsatisfied. As he stepped away, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, my legs spread wide, cock standing straight up and pointing skyward, leaking and twitching, desperate for attention.

"Wait right here, please." the doctor said matter-of-factly, his eyes running up and down my helpless, eager body. He grabbed his clipboard and stepped outside, shutting the door behind him. It was just me and Henry now.

"You really are a sexy boy." he whispered quietly into my ear. His left hand remained on my left pectoral, wrapped around it tightly, his index and thumb fingers pinching my nipple. He ran his other hand down my chest slowly, tickling and carressing my sweaty, gleaming abs. I flexed them as tight as I could to give him more to work with, and he appreciated the gesture, taking his time exploring the chiseled ridges between the rock-mounds. He then proceeded to slowly and meticulously walk his hand down until he reached my nether regions. I let out a gasp as he diddled his fingers around my pubic area, tracing light circles in the smoothly shaved flesh. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back onto his shoulder, and bit my lips as his fingers rummaged around the base of my shaft, near my balls, and around my inner thighs. His light touch, coming as close as possible to my cock yet never actually touching it, felt amazing and absolutely torturous at the same time. My cock twitched and bounced as if trying to get his attention, but he continued to tease the area around it without giving my poor, lonely boner a second thought.

"Please mister... my poor cock..." I moaned.

"What about it?" Henry asked.

"I need to cum... please..." I begged, opening my eyes and looking at Henry pleadingly as I kept my head on his shoulder.

"Oh, you'll cum all right. Just not quite yet." chuckled Henry. His right hand reached under me and began rummaging around his waistband. I glanced in the mirror and caught a glimpse of Henry's rock-hard meatstick popping out of the front of his scrubs like a python. It looked to be at least eight inches long, thick and veiny, with a massive, swollen, pulsing mushroom tip that was leaking copious amounts of precum. No longer having anything to secure it, it pushed up into the air, the thick shaft pressing and rubbing against my asshole and the bottom of my milk-filled nutsack.

"Oh god..." I moaned, "what are you going to do..?"

"You know what I'm going to do, you sexy boy." said Henry quietly. His hand grabbed his cock and guided it towards my eager asshole. After a brief pause, I felt the head press against the opening, sliding in with relative ease. I gasped at the intrusion, but the minor discomfort quickly gave way to pleasure. Henry was a master of his craft; his strokes were powerful and controlled, not too fast, not too slow. He really knew how to have his way with a guy. His cock seemed to fill every nook and cranny of my asshole, hitting all of my tender little sweet spots. I quickly turned from reluctant but horny victim to willing participant: I couldn't help but moan in absolute bliss as I arched my back, flexed my abs and puffed out my titties, putting on a show for the mirror as I rode the old man's cock like a champ. As the ride went on, I slowly took the reins, clenching my powerful asscheeks tight around Henry's cock, flexing my core and gyrating my luscious midsection on his lap like some kind of seductive pole dancer. I absolutely could not resist anymore: the amazing sensation in my ass, and my urge to cum, had joined forces to turn me into a complete and utter slut. As I took over, Henry eased off, delegating all the work to me. At some point he even leaned back against the wall and wrapped his hands around my hips, caressing my curves and belly sensually as I rode him like a cowgirl.

"You're absolutely beautiful." he purred, his rough fingers rummaging around my midsection, feeling up my tensing abdominal muscles. Looking at myself in the mirror, I had to agree - I looked positively stunning. My sweaty muscles were bulging and on full display - my pecs popping, my hands still tied behind my back, my midsection undulating, my hips grinding rhythmically, my powerful thighs flexed to their limit. As I admired myself, I saw Henry's left hand slowly reach around and wrap itself around my swollen, throbbing, leaking member. I gasped as his warm hand enveloped my pent-up cock and began stroking it slowly and meticulously.

"Fuck, mister... That feels soooo good..." I moaned, closing my eyes and throwing my head back in pleasure. After all this teasing and no touching, even a few seconds of skin-on-skin contact was enough to bring me close to orgasm. My smooth nuts pressed up against my shaft in anticipation: my shaft swelled as I felt the distant approach of orgasm.

"Yeah... I'm gonna blast..." I whispered, biting my lip, every muscle flexing as I anticipated the impending eruption. As I did so, Henry chuckled and pulled his hand away, leaving me hanging. That bastard!

"Ugh! Why did you do that?" I whined, looking back at his reflection in the mirror, "I was so close!"

"You cum when I want you to." Henry chuckled. I let out a groan in response. Henry let me stew in my frustration for a few moments, then he was at it again - stroking my eager shaft, this time using his other hand to pinch and grope my right asscheek. Once again, as soon as I approached orgasm, he let go of my cock, and proceeded to molest my muscular asscheeks with his hands as I wiggled and moaned in sexual frustration, my cumshot denied once again.

"Fuck, mister... I swear to god, let me cum!" I moaned angrily.

Henry ignored my complaints, and proceeded to rinse and repeat multiple times - bringing me just within edge of orgasm, then releasing my poor cock and letting me vent my anger at him. Finally, I had enough.

"If you won't let me cum, then I won't ride you anymore. See how you like that." I pouted. I ceased grinding on his cock and sat there in silent protest.

"Oh, is that how it is?" inquired Henry, chuckling at my defiance, "we can work with that."

With surprising strength, he rose off the table, taking me with him. I gasped as I was lifted effortlessly into the air, then plopped down on the examination table face-first, my tits rubbing against the thin paper, my beautiful, luscious ass on full display, my legs tucked under me and spread to my sides, my back arched seductively. My arms still tied, I had no way of escaping from this precarious position. I felt cool air wash over my asshole: in repositioning me, Henry had pulled out. I moaned as I felt Henry's strong hands grab a handful of each ass-cheek, squeezing them roughly. He then placed his warm, throbbing cock into my asscrack and squeezed my cheeks around it, creating a hot dog of sorts. His hands began pushing and pulling my muscular buttcheeks, shoving them up and down as he used my sultry buns to pleasure himself. I felt absolutely and utterly dominated, and could do nothing in response other than moan and flex my buns, which only ended up gripping his cock tighter and giving him further pleasure. I could feel his hot precum dripping out and pooling in my ass dimples. At some point he reached one of his hands up to smear the gooey liquid all over my lower back and ass, coating me in his man-juice. This went on for about ten minutes, as he brought himself close to orgasm, then eased off, taking the opportunity to pinch and grope my beautiful body, then resumed his perverted 'fucking'. Eventually, however, he got tired of this and decided it was time to take it up a notch.

"Time to take your medicine, boy." he said ominously, then shoved his rod back into my waiting asshole. I squealed as he penetrated me and began fucking me over the table, significantly more roughly than before. My glorious asscheeks, perfectly round like two watermelons, covered with a light layer of sweat and precum, bounced to the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Ooh! Ooh! Fuck! Please mister!" I moaned like a bitch in heat as Henry pounded away at my poor asshole, his hands clasping tightly around my buns, kneading the juicy flesh between his strong fingers. Occasionally he'd lift his hand up and give my right buttcheek a firm slap, watching it recoil and jiggle in response. Every time he did this, I'd let out a feminine yelp. With every thrust, I felt a little pre-cum evacuate my piss slit - before long, there was a pool of clear, sticky boy-juice forming underneath me as Henry continued his onslaught. To be honest, at this point in the game, I was loving every second. After spending so much time in the weight room, sculpting my physique into that of a sultry Greek god, showing myself off and fantasizing about a situation just like this, having my body played with and at the complete mercy of this lecherous pervert was the biggest turn-on I could imagine. I had become nothing more than a fucktoy, my beautiful ass and tits bouncing as I was pounded over a table like a bitch. It was the stuff of my wildest wet dreams, something that up to this point had existed only in my horniest fantasies.

"You like this, you sexy slut?" asked Henry. He reached his left hand around and wrapped it over my mouth, shoving his index and middle finger inside. My lips clasped instinctively around them, sucking them like there was no tomorrow. His right hand then reached down and found my throbbing cock. I let out a muffled groan as he grasped it in a firm grip and began pumping it roughly.

"I'm going to milk the shit out of you, you slut!" he proclaimed loudly. The pleasure I felt from his hand was immense, and I knew this time around was different. Henry wasn't going to hold back, and neither was I. I felt the distant orgasm approach, ever so slowly at first, then getting bigger and bigger like an oncoming freight train. At some point I started vocalizing, a guttural moan that rose in pitch, gradually becoming a full-fledged scream as I passed the point of no return. For a brief second, all time seemed to stand still - my screaming diminished to silence as I felt every fiber of my being tense up in anticipation. Then the orgasm hit me full-force. I emitted a massive shriek as my poor, pent-up nuts were finally unleashed. My cock began jetting boy-milk like a fire hose. It spurted all over the examination table, bouncing off and splattering over my stomach and my chest. Some poured over and began dripping down onto the floor. The pleasure was unlike anything I had ever felt before. As I was blowing my massive boy-load, Henry was busy filling my asshole full of old man jizz, roaring like a wild animal and smacking my asscheeks numb with his hands. This lasted for about 20 seconds before my mind went blank, my vision blurred, and I passed out from complete sexual exhaustion.

I came to after hours, sitting on a chair in the waiting room, fully clothed but still covered in dried perspiration and cum. As far as I could tell, everyone had gone home, so I took a moment to sit back and try to absorb what had just happened. The circumstances felt a bit like a wet dream, but I knew it had all been real, primarily from the light pain I felt around my wrists, my nipples, and in my poor tender asshole. My nuts felt somewhat empty, yet my cock was still inexplicably semi-hard. As I got up slowly, I heard the door leading to the examination rooms open. Glancing up, I saw the same man who had accosted me in the waiting room earlier. Why was he still here?

"Well, well, well. Looks like it's just me and you, boy." he said ominously.

"No, please, mister..." I begged as he zeroed in on me, enveloping me in his powerful grasp, his lips closing forcefully around mine and his hands wrapping around my asscheeks.

I felt my cock spring to attention as it pressed against his burly stomach... and you can imagine what happened next.