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I.
Anton took a moment before entering the far examination room to double check his appearance one last time. Clean white lab coat, pale pink polo, well-pressed khakis, doctor’s stethoscope. Check, check, and check. Everything accounted for and in its rightful place. The perfect image of casual medical professionalism. He quickly glanced at himself in the mirror, smoothing back his pitch black hair and admiring his smooth olive skin. The stage was set for the games to begin.
He ran over the patient details again one more time in his head. James and Cameron Saunders. Father and son. 43 and 19. Unusually, Cameron had been the one to reach out, a modest, polite email inquiring about Dr. Anton Jovanovic’s men’s health medical research study. He was really inquiring about the money. Cameron had been referred to the doctor by a precocious patient of his, Robby McCabe, a classmate of Cameron’s from back in their high school days. Robby had been one of Anton’s recent conquests, supple and needy, eager to please. He had been all too willing to pass on the financial benefits of Dr. Jovanovic’s “research” for a little extra doctor/patient sessions.
The Saunders were a different catch though. Not the meek, lonely youths or the desperate older men willing to trade in their dignity for a quarter at the drop of a hat. The Saunders were made of firmer stock, salt of the earth kind of men. The backbone of working class America. The kind of challenge too tempting for a man of Anton’s appetites to ignore.
James Saunders had been a professional carpenter and had personally built many of the houses in the state, until an unfortunate accident had landed him on disability and with it at the mercy of the state’s meager public resources. A man of James Saunders’ breeding and caliber normally would never have agreed to Dr. Jovanovic advances. He had built himself up from little, prided himself on the quality of his work and the modest yet distinguished lifestyle it afforded him and his son, only to have hit a dead end over a little bit of bad luck. Could he be blamed for looking for a quick fix to tide them over until their fortunes changed?
Cameron was not much better. More brawn than brains, Cameron had excelled in a variety of sports throughout high school, catching balls and jumping hurdles both literal and metaphorical. His academics were nothing to write home about, but that almost didn’t matter when he could take home every athletic scholarship his preferred university offered to him. It seemed like life was set for young Cameron until he screwed the pooch. Alcohol could and would be excused for bad behavior by the university. Even a little marijuana could get swept under the rug if need be, but a coke-induced rager? In public? Cameron found himself on his ass faster than he could manage and without daddy’s means to prop him up, he was scrambling just to earn money to go to community college.
Not that Dr. Jovanovic was supposed to know any of this. Cameron had certainly not divulged much more than the bare necessity of the family history, but good old Robby had been only too willing to open his mouth, spilling the Saunders family secrets while Anton filled the young man’s hungry mouth in turn. The Saunders were needy, but not desperate. They carried a quiet masculine pride that made them the perfect test subjects.
The most obvious boon was their shared lineage. Anton had wanted to get his hand on a family pair for years and now the perfect candidates had come knocking on his door. He straightened his tie one last time and opened the door to the examine room.
“Good afternoon, gentleman!” he said, in his best good, neighborly doctor voice. “Sorry to keep you both waiting. You know how busy things can get in the clinic sometimes.” They wouldn’t actually, but he had to play the part.
The two men sat on their matching chairs, neither looking amused. The father, James, was a stalwart example of American masculinity. Even wearing the hospital gown Anton had demanded of them, which he obviously was wearing only reluctantly, Anton could tell that he was a hulking beast of a man. Hard thick muscles born of years of natural hard labor mixed with a practiced disapproving glare gave him the appearance of an ornery ox, which was only exacerbated by the thick mane of body hair that seemed to cover his body and peered out from every opening in the gown.
The son, Cameron, was no less masculine. He was younger and thinner than his father, lacking the workhorse disposition of James, but his body was not lacking in tone or form. He shared the same waves of jet black hair as his father, but more sparse on the body, allowing more of his runner’s build to peek through. One area that stood out was a pair of shining emerald eyes, piercing and intelligent. A trait inherited from his mother, perhaps?
“Are these really necessary?” the father asked with a voice that reminded Anton of chewing tobacco being spat into a tin can. The doctor nodded and pretended to write onto his clipboard, scribbling a mindless doodle.
“Unfortunately yes, Mr. Saunders,” he said. “Wearing a gown may be inconvenient and a tad drafty, but it helps immensely with the exam.” He didn’t mention the other obvious benefits. James lay back, arms folded in a pose that matched his frown.
“Fine. Can you explain to me exactly what this study is for again? I’m not sure I get all the finer details. ” Anton stifled a smile. Now it began.
“Simply put, Mr. Saunders, my research is designed to improve the sexual function and fertility in males. I’ve spent many years conducting a variety of studies and observed men in their natural habitat in all of their unrestrained glory and I’ve developed a methodology that I believe will be quite effective in the long term health of a man’s family line.” He paused, bringing his pen to his mouth in a deliberately ponderous gesture. “However, the medical establishment cannot take my words at face value, so I need more practical research to show them. Hence, you fine gentlemen.”
Anton watched with amusement as James’ eyebrows furrowed in confused concentration. He could tell from a glance that James had only minimal experience with the medical establishment and even less with academia, so watching the wheels turn in the more humble man’s mind was a source of deep amusement for the smaller-sized doctor.
“Ok, but...why both of us?” James asks, indicting the son sitting in a procedure chair next to him, playing with his phone and seemingly ignoring them both.
“Oh? Did the other Mr. Saunders not explain?” He said, all teeth. “My current research focuses on generation viability. I need practical research on how fathers, uncles, sons, and brothers react to my methods in relation to one another.” The reaction from the father was stronger now, more wary.
“And what methods might those be?” James asked, his eyes narrowing as his grip on the chair’s arms tightened.
“I wouldn’t want to bore you with all the technical details, but,” Anton made a show of waving away James’ concerns. “I have a variety of techniques at my disposal to gauge the health of your reproductive systems.” Now James’ expression morphed from guarded confused to outright concern.
“Are you saying what I think you are saying?” Before Anton could answer, the younger Saunders jumped in, blowing a stray hair off his phone screen.
“He’s going to see how well we get off, Dad,” Cameron said, almost bored as he tapped the send button on the messaging app. Anton thought Dad was about to fly through the room and crash through the ceiling.
“You can’t be serious?” He made a motion to get up, his bigger form moving awkwardly from his seated position in the slanted chair. Like a flash, Anton moved to block him, his thinner arm pushing James down into place with an unexpected strength.
“Relax, Mr. Saunders,” he said, quietly, yet firm. “My method is completely painless and quite enjoyable if you allow yourself to relax into it.” He reached into his wallet and pulled out the hundred dollar bill he had prepared ahead of time for just such an incident. “Would it ease your concerns if I prepaid a portion of your fee ahead of time? And if you feel too embarrassed to continue we can also end the experiment early with the lesser dollar amount.”
This particular technique had proven useful in the past with the more jumpy men, especially the ones with macho pride flowing thickly through their veins like syrup. He saw James eye the crumpled green image of Benjamin Franklin in his hand, saw the son turn away from his phone screen with avarice in his own eyes, and knew he had them both. James swiped the bill from Anton’s fingers, his hairy mitt folding the bill neatly between his fingers.
“Fine, let’s just get this over with.”
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II.
Dr. Jovanovic stepped between father and son, his lither form feeling sandwiched between their muscled, hairy bulk like a piece of dark meat. He peered down at them, gowned up and looking apprehensive under their muscled blunder. He smiled in a way he hoped looked friendly and professional, not lecherous. Reaching one hand down to each table, he began to raise the stir-ups.
“If you gentlemen can both place your feet up here, we can begin.” Cameron followed the doctor’s orders easily enough, not showing much surprise at the action. He had been forewarned about the good doctor’s appetites and had already begun to read between the lines of Anton’s unethical deception. James was not quite as eager, but slowly obeyed anyways, his hairy legs raising uncomfortably in such an unnatural feeling position. Both men were sat awkwardly, unused to such feminine feeling exposure, and Anton could feel himself begin to fill up in his pants. He had learned the hard way to wear a jockstrap to avoid his own exposure.
Moving both hands, he slowly began to raise the hem of the Saunders men’s gown, until he had the unobstructed view he was looking for. The sight took his breath away, and he nearly broke his professional shell. He would never get tired of this part of his job. That first peek at a man’s intimates.
Father was hairier than son, but it was close thing at some points, especially around the legs, but James had his son beat in the bush department. Anton hid a smirk when he glanced over at Cameron’s well-groomed shrubbery compared to his father’s wildlife reserve. Each had their own charm, he supposed.
He ran a gloved hand across each man’s thigh, feeling the expected tension in the coiled muscles.
“I’m sure you both have your questions, so let me start by explaining the procedure.” His fingers inched up closer, grazing across the meadows of hair. “I will begin by measuring your baseline arousal levels through manual stimulation of the penis.” That got him a look.
“Dude, couldn’t we just jerk ourselves off instead?” Cameron asked, which drew an appalled grunt and smack on his shoulder from his dad.
“Cam! What the hell are you even saying!?” James demanded, looking as if his son had somehow grievously embarrassed them both. Anton shook his head, unbothered.
“That wouldn’t work, Cameron,” he said, in his most apologetic tone. “I can call your Cameron, correct? The results of the experiment would be skewed if the stimulation doesn’t come from the same source. After all, no one knows how to please you more than yourself…” He ran his fingers across the built thighs, claw-like. “Accurate results require a consistent outside approach.” Cameron rolled his eyes, clearly not convinced, but allowed himself to be dragged along with the deception.
“Sure. Whatever.”
His fists wrapped around their flaccid members, dad first and then son. The reaction was instantaneous. A sharp, almost pained tension filled the air as the Saunders were fondled by a virtual stranger. At first, neither responded to his latex-gloved touch, too in their own heads to enjoy it. Then the change started. Cameron’s penis grew first, filling with a tentative shake that rapidly bloomed into a fullblown erection. No surprise there. Cameron was only 19 after all. He could probably bone up from a stiff autumn breeze.
James wasn’t as easy. As expected, he was resistant, his cock staying stubbornly flaccid for far longer than was hoped for, but eventually nature and a life of semi-perpetual blue balls caught up to the blue collar dad and his rod began to slowly fill out, inch by inch under Dr. Jovanovic’s care, until his prick stood as tall and proud as his son’s. Anton took a moment to admire his work, a prick in each hand. Two generations of Saunders manhood in his hands. Could life get better? Actually, yes.
While father and son were still gloriously engorged, Anton reached into his pocket for his tape recorder. Pressing the red dotted button, he set the instrument aside but close enough to document his voice.
“Day 216. I have our 2 new subjects for the generational portion of the Jovanovic Method study in examination room 4. Both have achieved full erection and are ready for baseline measurements.” He reached into his pocket for a small roll of measuring tape. As he unrolled the yellow spool, he continued.
“Subject A is a Mr. James Saunders, see written progress notes for more biographical information. Penile measurements are as follows…” He pulled the tape taut vertically, horizontally, and then rolled it around the circumference of the penis, noting the black numbers along the way.
“Penile length is approximately 7 inches and penile girth is approximately 5 inches…” He wound the tape back and turned his attentions to Cameron, who eyed the measurement instrument with disdain.
“Subject B is a Mr. Cameron Saunders, Subject A’s son…” he paused, basking in the glory of speaking the words out loud and into permanent posterity. “Measurements are as follows...Penile length...8 inches...penile girth...4 inches…” He dropped the instrument into a back pocket, barely noticing the way the tape poked out of the overstuffed hole.
“Both subjects are well within normal parameters and are impressive in endowment. More than suitable for my-” he coughed, barely catching himself. “-the needs of the study.” He spent one more fleeting moment to admire the view, father and son, aroused by his hands, and waiting for whatever came next. James was looking everywhere but at the doctor and his son, while Cameron...Cameron’s eyes were fixed on Anton’s gloved hands...
With father and son now good and hard, he wasted no time placing a cockring on both men, waving away dad’s questions with vague, nonsense explanations about the importance of “erectile fortitude under heavy pressure environments”. He wasn’t about to let them go flaccid, not with what he had planned ahead. As he grabbed a small tube of petroleum jelly and popped the cap, he detailed the next step of the plan under their guarded stares.
“Now that you both are properly situated,” he said, in a cheery voice. “We can perform the next test.” Twin index fingers, slicked with jelly, met dad hole and son hole. “You see, the best way to test a man’s virility is not through penile stimulation, but through anal.” He applied pressure, gentle yet persistent. He was sorely tempted to measure their untapped holes, but held himself in check, not yet thinking the Saunders men could be relied upon not to bolt if given half the chance. Cameron’s hole responded with an ease that was almost suspicious while James’ stayed predictably closed. “Relax, gentleman…”
Anton’s right finger breached Cameron’s anus and slid in easily past the fluttering orifice to the first knuckle. He wiggled his finger experimentally, gauging the younger man’s reactions as Cameron instinctively tried closing his legs, and found him entertainingly responsive. Next to him, James continued to fight, hole stubbornly sealed, so Anton adjusted tact, circling the hairy rim with a gentle, soothing motion while his thicker thumb pushed invitingly on James’ perineum. The tactile combination eventually did the trick and James’ hole opened with a tiny squelch, seemingly against its owner’s will.
Anton worked slowly, not pushing either man too hard. This was the most delicate part of the job. A gentle probing of untouched, virgin lands that required a patient explorer to chart the territory before planting his flag. Though, but the way the younger Saunders was reacting he began to wonder if colonization was in the boy’s near future. Anton was beginning to wonder if Cameron had secretly had some backdoor adventures away from dear old dad’s prying eyes. The young man was already taking his finger to the second knuckle and was visibly trying not to pant. The look on Cameron’s face was charged, his half-lidded eyes showing the first signs of a perverse bliss. The boy liked the attention, that much was certain.
Father was a different story. Anton had made some progress, but James’ virgin hole continued clamping down in protest. James wasn’t complaining, not verbally. He was too proud to proclaim his discomfort. Instead, the rest of his body did the speaking for him, his hairy form’s muscles bulging from the tension he was pumping into them, his eyes shooting like lasers at the ceiling. Anton could work past this, brute force plow through the elder Saunders’ feeble defenses, but that would go against his aims. Slow and steady wins the race, in anal as in life.
Anton watched with amusement as his finger found Cameron’s prostate gland for the first time and a gentle pulse of pre shot out of the boy’s dick. So deliciously responsive.
“Subject B is showing remarkable progress already to digital stimulation. Pre-ejaculate is already beginning to form on the tip.” Anton watched as father and son processed this new declaration. Cameron looked to the wall, only succeeding in staring into a poster diagramming the reproductive system of a healthy adult male. James’ reaction was more pronounced. He had pried his eyes off the crackly ceiling tiles to look at his son’s erection with profound dismay.
“Cam…” he whispered in disbelief, the act of opening his lips releasing his own body’s weakness. Anton’s dedication was finally beginning to have an effect on James and he was getting closer to his destination. Just a little further and…
The result was instantaneous. James’ body jolted in place as if shot and his eyes widened in shock.
“What the fuck was that!?” he shouted before he could stop himself. Anton smiled, triumphant and pushed again, causing the same reaction. It looked like James Saunders had a wired love button. How very fortunate.
“That, Mr. Saunders, is your prostate gland. An important accessory sexual organ.” He could see James about to ask another question, the father’s eyes becoming wide in panic as he endured an unwanted and completely unexpected pleasure from a place in his mind meant only for elimination. He halted the man’s protests with another well timed press, drawing a sweet cry, and delighting in the way he could shut down the father with a flick of his finger. “It’s a surprisingly responsive organ, is it not? Most men are completely unaware of it…” Anton turned his attention back to recording.
“Both subjects show remarkable reactions to anal stimulation. The pelvic wall is well defined in both men, particularly in the more stout Subject A. Prostate stimulation is leading to the copious release of pre-ejaculate fluid in both men, more notably in Subject B. I will now commence further study in this area...”
Now that he had their undivided attention, he continued to sweetly stroke their buttons, poking and prodding with a gentleness designed to unwind a man like a ball of knotted string. He could tell his easy efforts were succeeding. Cameron, more bored than hostile to begin with, had leaned into the pleasure, soft sighs dripping from his lips like honey as he was stroked from the inside. He could see the young man holding onto the arms of his chair tightly, trying not to stroke himself and give away how much he was enjoying the game.
James was beginning to unravel. His eyes were closed so tightly you would not have been confused for thinking they had been sewn shut. Ironically, by trying to close himself off to the visual reality of his sexual experience he was likely only enhancing the other senses if his throbbing cock was any indication. His butt would coil, flex, release, repeat with every movement of Anton’s wrist. It was like playing a brass instrument in need of a tune up, but with each second that passed, the tension dissipated from the elder Saunders just a tiny fraction more, the tension melting away one drop at a time. Drip, drip, drip...
“Jesus...fucking...Christ-” James hissed, forcing his eyes open, which shone with a glean of pleasure-filled humiliation. He was nearly on the verge of shaking.
They continued like this for a while, Anton pushing in and out, in and out, stretching father and son together like a well-oiled machine. His secret hope was that father and son would fall under his spell and become willing playthings under the guise of his professional tutelage as others had before. He suspected Cameron was halfway there, his young body built for hedonistic pleasure that he had not yet cut himself off of through years of a bitter marriage and the accumulation of myriad adult disappointments. James would be a harder nut to crack, one requiring a careful stratagem to break apart. He looked over at Cameron, a hairy writhing angel under his fingers, and knew he had his answer.
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III.
The exit of his fingers from their anuses brought twin grunts from the Saunders.
“I must say,” Anton said, his voice sunny as ever. “Your responses are more than satisfactory. All the data indicates you both have exemplary reproductive systems operating at peak performance. I’m surprised you don’t have more brothers Cameron.” To the left, James grunted.
“His mom went on birth control right after Cam was born. Never went off again until after the divorce.” Anton couldn’t help but notice a tinge of bitterness in James’ words. Something to tuck away for later.
“No matter,” he replied. “I’m certain young Cameron is more than up to the task of carrying on the Saunders legacy. Isn’t that right, young man?” The look Cameron gave him was filled with such obvious skepticism that for a moment Anton’s bravado faltered. The boy was catching on faster than the father. Time to get this show on the road.
“I have much to teach you both, but perhaps it would be prudent to speak with you each one-on-one,” he said, his eyes never leaving Cameron’s face. The young man met his gaze head on and Anton had to turn away from the piercing glare, else he accidentally reveal more in front of the boy’s father. James seemed only too eager to get out of the room, hopping off the chair with a heavy grunt and reaching for his folded up clothes.
“Oh! Leave the gown on, Mr. Saunders. We aren’t quite done yet.” The scowl on James’ face was almost a gift in itself and he stomped toward the hallway, his flagging erection bobbing in front of him. When the door closed behind him, Anton turned back to Cameron.
“Now...you seem like you have something on your mind, young man. Penny for your thoughts?” Anton’s blood ran icy when the boy’s smile turned conspiratorial.
“Robby was right. You are a pervert.” Anton cleared his throat before responding.
“I don’t know what you mean, Cameron.” I’m going to kill that kid.
“Robby told me about your...tastes.” Cameron said, as if he had just found a piece of gum under his shoe. “Said you would pay good money to have your kinks indulged. I thought he was just bullshitting me, but now I know he was telling the truth.” Anton’s eyes narrowed.
“I didn’t realize you and Robby had such an...intimate relationship,” Cameron laughed, somewhere between happy and mocking.
“Trust me, doc. I think you know more about his intimates than I do.” Anton smiled back, curious now just where this conversation was going. He smoothed out the lapels of his coat and drew the conversation back on topic.
“So...tell me, Mr. Saunders. Why did you choose to come here if you suspected the deeper aims of my studies?” His smile grew wider as Cameron was the one to turn away this time.
“Needed the money,” he said, curtly, but Anton could tell there was more to the story. He remembered how hard Cameron got. Perhaps young Cameron had some peculiar appetites of his own.
“I see...if money is your aim…” his eyes twinkled with mischief. “Perhaps you and I can come to an understanding. An ongoing understanding.” That caught Cameron’s attention, who looked at the doctor with naked avarice.
“Yeah? What kind of nasty shit did you want me to do this time?” Anton smiled widened, all teeth.
“I was thinking a further demonstration of my method would be prudent. My research would benefit greatly if you and your father practiced my techniques together. A hands-on demonstration if you will.” He saw the war pass through Cameron’s eyes in an instant: confusion, recognition, shock, disgust, and then, when the smoke of inner conflict cleared: opportunity.
“$200.”
“$50.”
“100.”
“$75.”
“$90.”
“$75.”
“…fine.”
When James reentered the room, he found Anton and Cameron standing together, side-by-side, waiting for him. He froze in his tracks. Cameron was naked, half-hard, and looking everywhere but at his dad.
“Lay back down on the chair, Mr. Saunders.” Jovanovic said, his tone more forceful than James had ever heard it. He hesitated, staring at the pair, feeling a strange sense of disquiet he couldn’t place, but he followed the directions, climbing back into position and laying back.
“Cameron, go ahead and untie your father’s gown.” To James’ shock, Cameron followed the doctor’s order without complaint, sliding behind him and tugging on the flimsy nylon. He was already having the multi-colored gown torn off by the time he got his wits about him.
“Wh-why do you need me naked?” Us naked? He thought, remembering his son. Anton smiled, patronizingly.
“Nothing to worry yourself over, Mr. Saunders. I was just telling young Cameron here how beneficial it would be if you and he learned how to practice my method at home.” The words didn’t immediately register in James’ head, but when they did, they landed like a cartoon anvil.
“Y-you have to be joking! Are you serious!?” Jovanovic nodded, not even a glimmer of levity in his eyes.
“I am, Mr. Saunders. A man’s health is no laughing matter.” He grabbed James’ leg, raising it and putting the foot back in the stir-up. “Cameron and I decided it would be best if he learned how to perform the techniques first. I assume you have no complaints?”
“Now wait just a minute!” James barked, as his other leg was raised. “I-I don’t see how this is necessary.” Cameron and Anton exchanged a glance, before James heard his son’s voice behind him.
“Dad...Dr. Jovanovic thinks we have real potential. He thinks he could keep us on as clients, paid clients, for months, maybe even years.” There was a pause before he continued. “But he says we got to learn how to follow the method.”
Anton watched the battle play out in James’ eyes, more pronounced than in his son. Years of stubborn, masculine pride clashing with the shameful need for cold hard cash. James’ face tightened in internal conflict before drooping as he settled on the path ahead. Inevitably, the money won out just like Anton and Cameron knew it would.
“O-okay, I suppose…” James said, warily. “But if things get too intense, we’re out of here!” Anton nodded.
“Of course, Mr. Saunders. That goes without saying,” he rubbed the father’s thighs possessively. “Everyone knows who calls the shots in this room.” Stroking more than James’ thick thighs worked like a charm. James relaxed under his grip, not enough to be truly fall under Jovanovic’s spell, but enough to nudge him closer to the cliff’s edge. He turned to Cameron.
“Come here, Cameron. Class is in session.” He brought his gloved fingers to the father’s hole.
“This-” with two fingers he spread the hole open like a small peephole. “as I’m sure you are well aware, is the anus. I trust I don’t need to explain its function.” Beside him Cameron’s head swiveled, eyes staring ahead. He allowed the son a few brief moments to glimpse his father’s virgin opening, before he removed his fingers, watching the hole snap close.
“Go ahead and touch it, Cameron.” There was no movement for several moments, and he could see Cameron deciding whether to follow the command, but eventually greed and something darker and more intangible won out and the young man brought a finger to the rim of his father’s body.
“Go on, tell me what you feel…” Cameron gave him the side eye.
“Dude, it just feels like a butthole.” Anton tutted, and grasped Cameron’s finger, running it around the rim.
“Look deeper. Feel the ridges, feel the wetness, see how pink he is and how the hole reddens the more you touch it, even with all of that hair.” He pushed Cameron’s fingertip down until it pierced his father’s anus. The twin gasps were a delight to the ears. “Feel how tight your father is. No flab there. All proud muscle.” Undiscovered territory.
“Y-yeah, I guess…” Cameron said, voice sounding more unsure now. James looked down, his eyes transfixed at where his son’s finger disappeared between his legs. They were wide, unblinking.
“Perhaps we should do a more through investigation…”
Anton stepped away from the pair, walking over to a nearby cabinet. He fished around for a few moments, until his eyes lit up when he found what he was looking for.
“This should help,” he declared, stepping forward with the metal instrument.
“Whoa! What the hell is that thing!?” James barked, back on the defensive when he saw what Jovanovic was carrying. Anton glanced at the item in his hand and smirked.
“Oh? Is this your first time seeing a speculum, Mr. Saunders”? He saw the conflict in the man’s eyes, the desire for information fighting with his ego at having his ignorance exposed.
“...What is it for?” Anton smiled, back in his element.
“I thought it would be obvious,” he said, congenially. “I’m going to use this to open up the entrance to your rectum.”
James stared, horrified and transfixed, as the doctor lubricated the instrument and it slowly descended down to his anus.
“N-now wait jus-” his protests were cut off as the tip breached his hole and before he had a chance to collect himself, Anton began to squeeze the handles together, slowly widening the nozzle. James’ mouth gaped, stunned speechless by the depravity happening between his legs. After a few moments, Anton nodded, satisfied.
“Subject A’s anus has been expanded to 2 inches with the use of a rectal speculum. Initial investigations into the subjects rectal wellbeing look promising.” He turned away from the glorious sight of the heterosexual father’s exposure and toward his stunned progeny.
“Come look, Cameron. See what your father’s insides look like.” He brought a penlight to the gaping entrance, shining into James’ rectum like a miner’s helmet. Sometimes he loved his job.
“See how pink and wet he is on the inside? A far cry from the exterior, isn’t it?” He savored Cameron’s silent, wide-eyed reaction. “Don’t worry, this just proves our earlier hypothesis. Your father’s rear is in exceptional working order.”
He pushed one gloved finger inside the open cavern, the digit not touching the rim of James’ anus even a bit. After sinking in to the final knuckle, he circled his fingertips inside, and watched with amusement as James clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle any noises that threatened to erupt.
“The pelvic muscles are nice and strong. Firm, but with enough elasticity for rigorous give.” He pushed upward, toward James’ nut sack and found the magic button. A full body tremor wracked James’ body and now the older man was actively biting down on his hand. “Very responsive. All excellent signs.” He removed the finger, not missing the almost indecipherable whimper James released. He grabbed Cameron’s hand, his glove still sticky with lube and pulled it toward his father’s backdoor.
“Your turn, Cameron. See if you can find your father’s prostate.” He noted, with delight, that Cameron didn’t resist this time. He pushed his index finger inside his father’s body, catching the rim as he did so and began to search.
“Whoa...he’s wet.” Anton nodded, vigorously.
“That’s right. You’re nice and wet inside, James. Aren’t you happy to hear that?” James didn’t respond, seemingly trapped in a nightmare of his own choosing. Anton watched, with naked amusement in his eye as Cameron’s finger roamed and probed his father’s cavernous depths. James had brought an arm up to cover his face, futilely trying to create some kind of guard between himself and what was happening between his legs, but Anton could see the way he was reacting to his son’s touch. The tiny, almost imperceptible tremors. Were they shivers of pain? Pleasure? Fear? Anton licked his lips, tasting all the possibilities and deciding he liked the flavor.
He knew Cameron had found his father’s prostate when the father went rigid and his cock twitched.
“Seems like you found it, Cameron,” he said, placing a hand on the youth’s shoulder. “Excellent job.” He brought that hand down, grasping the boy’s wrist. “Now, I’ll show you how to do the massage. Like so…” He guided Cameron’s hand in slow, steady motions, knowing that he was driving the elder Saunders slowly crazy with each lap around the protruding nub. When he removed his hand, he nodded in approval as Cameron continued the massage unabated.
“Good, Cameron. Good.” While father and son engaged in their medically assisted act of incest, Anton discreetly stepped behind the son, his gloved hand skirting down the youth’s back. “Don’t stop,” he said, a hint of warning in his voice. “Keep going…” The finger pushed into Cameron’s backdoor and the boy shuddered, nearly stopping his motion before the doctor’s orders snapped into place.
The fingers moved in tandem, one in father, one in son. It was as if he was fingering both all at once. As he pushed harder with his finger, adding another and testing the limits of what the boy’s swollen prostate gland could handle, the weight of his hand pushed Cameron’s body closer to his dad’s, the tip of the son’s dripping cockhead drawing dangerously close to James’ open entrance. Without having to be told, Cameron followed his corrupt mentor’s lead and soon two youthful fingers were digging into his father’s cavernous depths.
Anton watched the scene through lidded eyes. All it would take would be one well-timed shove and son would pierce father, the ultimate goal of the Jovanovic Method achieved at last. Overcome by his youthful lust, nature would take its course and Cameron, unable to control himself would continue to thrust, rutting into his spread out father like an animal in heat. Anton bit his lip, denying himself that forbidden pleasure. For now. Patience, Doctor. Patience.
Something almost as good happened though. Below them, laid bare for son and doctor, James was beginning to come undone. His body, glistening now with a sheen of sweat that made his abundant body hair stick to his hide, was beginning to tense and shake, tense and shake. Anton’s eyes widened, like a cat who had eyeballed a particularly juicy looking mouse. He was so close. Just a little more and son would make father spill at last.
“Rhahhh!!!!….Mmhhmmm!!!!” James moaned through gritted teeth that bit into his tanned flesh. His cock exploded, thick pasty streaks of white cum sprayed his torso like a firehouse run wild. The man was shaking, even as his son’s fingers continued to do its work.
“Excellent, Mr. Saunders! What a healthy ejaculation!” His praise wasn’t false. James had clearly been pent up. Beneath his fingers, Cameron was coming undone too. Something about seeing his father orgasm so obscenely had sparked a deep well of perverse longing in the boy. With a well timed press, the young man was shooting his own load, and Anton quickly grabbed the boy’s cock, aiming it true. He caught Cameron as he began to lean back, lightheaded from his release.
“You do your family line proud, Cameron,” he said, only half teasing. He gestured with his eyes down at James and Cameron’s lids raised. It was a sight of obscene debauchery. James, legs still spread was soaked in jizz from nips to hips, the deluge becoming watery and dripping down the divots of the muscular man’s body. But that wasn’t the wildest part. It was that hole, spread wide by the speculum. It was covered in white, frosted with Cameron’s seed, and it was slipping inside.
“Holy shit…” Cameron whispered, and Anton couldn’t hide his chuckle.
“Now that you both have experienced the release, it is time for the aftercare process.” He scooped up a fingerfull of Saunder’s family recipe gravy and brought it to his lips, letting the tang of a spent man fill his tastebuds. He hummed. Nectar of the gods.
“Semen contains many important vitamins and minerals,” he continued, smacking his lips. “It would be a shame to let all of those valuable nutrients go to waste, don’t you agree?” He scooped again, this time bypassing his own lips, and aiming for the son’s. The look Cameron gave him could have stripped paint off a can.
“Best to get to it. After all, time is money.” Cameron’s eyes narrowed, his lips parted, and the gloved hand entered. A complex series of emotions swam over the young man’s face before settling into a placid kind of resignation. This time he didn’t protest when Anton’s finger returned, just opened and consumed. Below them, James watched in a kind of mute horror as his son consumed his seed. Cameron glanced over, eyes still narrowed.
“What about him?” he said, not missing the look of betrayal that passed over his father’s face. Anton smiled.
“James here presents us with another opportunity for consumption.” He grabbed Cameron’s hand bringing it down to James’ opening. “The mucous membranes of the rectum are remarkable at absorbing nutrients…” Cameron got the message and pushed two fingers inside his father’s hole, fingerpainting the walls of his father’s corridors white with his spend.
“James…” Anton said. “Feed your son.” A look passed between father and son. Cameron nodded and slowly, unsure, James coated his hairy digits in his jizz bringing them to his son’s face. He watched, a wave of humiliation passing his face as Cameron took all three into his maw, sucking on them voraciously. In his hole, Cameron’s fingers were dancing along that horrible, humiliating spot the doctor had shown him. A place he never knew existed within himself. He could feel his body reacting, his spent cock wanting to twitch back to life, and he bit down on his own lip hard, letting the pain distract him from the frightening tinges of pleasure coming from places not meant to feel it.
As father and son worked together in their depraved task, Anton watched, his cock throbbing in his jock. Oh how he wanted to join father and son and teach them all the ways a human body could come undone from pleasure. But that wasn’t meant to happen. Not today. They were both still too fresh, too fragile for what he had in mind. Especially James.
After several minutes passed, Anton clapped his hands together.
“Well! I think that was a very successful first session!” he said, cheerily. The Saunders didn’t respond, both ignoring his gaze, each processing what had just occurred. “You both can get dressed now, if you wish.” He watched them both put their clothes back on in slightly slumped positions, James facing the wall and Cameron facing Anton, a defiant shine in his eyes. Neither family member looked at the other.
When they were both dressed, Anton opened the door to the hallway, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred in the exam room.
“The receptionist will have your check at the counter on the way out.” He held his hand out to shake. “It was a pleasure working with you gentleman. I hope to see you both again.” James looked at his hand is if it was a snake ready to bite him.
“...no, I think we learned all we needed to,” he said, weakly. He turned to his boy, as if seeking support. “Right, Cameron?” Cameron looked at his dad, glanced over at the doctor, and shrugged. James turned away from the scene and stormed out of the office before he lost what little of his composure remained.
Cameron stepped forward, paused at the entryway, waiting. Anton smiled, and dropped a bundle of bills into the boy’s back pocket.
“There’s always more where that came from.” Cameron nodded, face resolute and chased after his father. Anton wasn’t sure James would have come back on his own, the man was far too proud and skittish, not nearly as comfortable with his body’s cravings as his son was, but he was certain now that Cameron was the trump card that would keep this game alive. They had both gotten a taste of cold hard cash soaked in the sweat and seed of their mutual pleasure. It would be hard to say no to that again, especially as the bills continued to pile up.
He slammed the door, turned the lock, and pulled his khakis down to his thighs. Fishing his throbbing member from its prison, he lay a steadying hand on the nearby wall, closed his eyes, and began to furiously stroke himself. He breathed in the room. Sweat, semen, a faint whiff of ass, industrial lubrication, and dollar store air freshener. The scent of masculine submission filling a clinical setting. A potent aphrodisiac.
God he wanted them. A father and son pairing. He imagined a future too obscene to name out loud, where father and son had been broken down enough for “home visits”. With a little gentle prodding, he would convince the reluctant father the importance of a “direct injection”. He watched it in his mind’s eye like a sex fiend in a XXX peepshow, father, finally giving into forbidden hungers, plowing into his willing son on the marital bed. All the while, Anton would sit and watch, a patient observer, recording every grunt, cry, snarl, hiss that the pair made as they were reduced to their basest functions. For purely professional reasons, of course.
After Anton spilled his own healthy load across the treatment room’s wall, he pulled out his handkerchief and gingerly wiped the slime off the surface. He had another client in 15 minutes and needed to make the room presentable. A pair of fraternity brothers looking for extra beer and bong money no doubt. He smiled. Frat boys always took well to the Jovanovic Method.
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