Dr. Don had just opened his own practice downtown. He had just been featured in the city's "hot docs" X and Insta pages, and his calendar was filled for the month. This morning his assistant messaged him that he had a new client: an up and coming starter for the university team, who had already caught the eye of news outlets and celebrity gossip pages. Dr. Don read up on him quickly as he scanned into his private entry.
"Good morning Donovan, love the Guccis. Our new client is in the private waiting lounge with an entourage...and his aunt." "Jesus. The kid is 18 and he's already being represented by the same firm as Madonna." "Right. He's pretty amazing." Troy was Donovan's openly gay, queen energy bringing assistant he'd offered a job at the recommendation of his ex, who had met him at an after party, and during a minor indiscretion, Troy had assisted him in dodging the crowd of livestreams and Tea thirsty party goers through a back entrance and uber XL. Troy's ability to keep a secret and help you cover it was priceless, but he was paid well, and Donovan trusted him with his client list, and personal affairs.
"So we'll do a standard check-up and it is private pay or do you have pre-auths..." "Pause." Troy turned and halted him. "He was kneed in the groin last night during practice, and the PR rep said no one is aware. Not even his manager. His aunt has POA and is only here for crisis intervention. Private pay, and he's in a wheelchair." "Fuck me. What are his symptoms?" "He said he only wanted to talk to you. But he has a gallon bag of ice over his crotch, so I'm guessing it's more than a scratch" "Damn, ok, I'll see him right away. Maybe cancel the 8:30 with Myron. He's still complaining about ED, and of course it has nothing to do with his 40 pound weight gain since his divorce."
Troy giggled and stepped out into the private waiting room. Donovan got his stethoscope and spritzed his mouth with pocketmist. He dimmed the overhead lights and prepped the adjustables over the exam table, when the door opened and Troy backed in pulling in the youngest client to date, in his wheelchair. Even in the chair, Chad was eye almost at Troy's shoulders. He had curly brown hair fringed just at brow level, with high cheekbones, and big brown eyes. His thick brows were furrowed, and he had obvious sweatlines down his scruffy jawline and chin. As large of a presence as he was, he was visibly anxious and hunched over. His broad shoulders were wider than the back of the chair. An attractive Indian woman walked in behind them. "Hello, I am Chad's aunt, Laila. I am not sure what the process is, but I will be handling any fees associated with today's visit. Donovan shook her hand and smiled. "I'm Donovan, or Dr. Don." He motioned toward the corner chair, as Laila took a seat. "I'll have to do an examination of your groin. Are you wanting your aunt present during that? Otherwise...' "Oh, excuse me. I should have known. I'll go back to the waiting room." Laila quickly shuffled to the door, and left.
"Thanks Dr. Don. I...I didn't want her knowing." "Knowing what/" Don got up and fished out a gown from the cabinet above the sink. He handed it to Chad, and motioned toward the privacy curtain in the corner. "I got kicked in the balls last night, and ...." Chad stood up, dropping the ice bag onto the wheelchair. He shimmied out of his hoodie, and turned toward Don. "It's so sensitive now." He was obviously hard under his sweatpants, and appeared to be almost to Chad's knee, as the outline of a throbbing dick pushed against the loose leg of the pants. Chad bent over, wincing. "I can't even walk without feeling like I'm about to bust." Don nodded, and tried to be reassuring. "Are you comfortable if I help you disrobe, and get to the table?" "Yeah, please help." Chad pulled his shift up and over his head. He had a well defined body, with a patch of black curly hair between his pecs. He had a tapered waist and hairy stomach that kept flexing with every short breath. "I haven't trimmed in awhile so it's pretty bushy down there. Sorry." "Hey, pubes are back, I've heard, haha." Don awkwardly giggled and Chad managed a smile. "bet." He pushed down his pants, letting them fall to the floor, and his dick sprang up, flexing and bobbing up and down a few times, as Chad winced again. "Fuck. Oh, sorry Doc." "No, you're good. Let's just skip the gown for now. I think that will be useless at this point."
Donovan helped Chad back toward the table, as he sat on the ledge, twisting around to lie back against the heated pleather. "Wow, I was expecting it to be cold" "Everybody does, just relax if you can." Don pulled off Chad's slides, and worked the pants over his huge feet, as Chad curled his toes. "I haven't slept much, and i'm just afraid of something happening in front of everybody. "What would happen?" Don pulled the latex gloves over his hands, and adjusted one of the lampst directly over Chad's incredibly hair groin. His dick lying almost flat, curving up toward his ribs. His left scrotum appeared inflamed, and the right one was tight up against the shaft. "I'm going to exam your testicles now. Just keep breathing normally, and you may feel some discomfort, but I have to exam them for any clotting or damage. He could see Chad swallow hard, and nod. "Ok..Ok..." Chad closed his eyes. Don brushed through some of the mass of pubic hair and examined the inflamed testicle. "It looks like you've got some neuropraxia going on here buddy" "What's that?" Chad tilted his head down to look. "The pudendal nerve and related braches supply your penis and scrotum. It's irritated right now because of the trauma." "Ok." Chad put his head back. "So everything is hyper sensitive right now. You might have some buzzing sensation going on?" "Yeah, like my dick is vibrating." "Right. This will last a few days, maybe weeks." "Oh fuck." Chad covered his face with his hands." "I'm just going to check over your penis to see if there's any bruising as well. "Ok, just be.." Donovan had just cradled his shaft, with a thumb at the base when Chad looked at him in horror. "Fuck." His dick flexed hard in Don's hand, appearing to thicken even stronger, and arched up, turning a darker shade of red. Chad's toes curled, and his entire body clenched, as he crossed his arms over his face.
His dick started to buck and bounce as clear spurts of cum shot out, all over Chad's arms and chest. Chad bit his lip and covered his face with his hands as he continued to cum. "Mmm..ohhhhh." He whimpered softly. Dan had let go by this point, and waited, but watched with intrigue. So much ejaculate for such a young man. Chad reached down and cradled his scrotum, pulling his knees up. He let out a low groan as his dick continued to throb, covered in the clear cum. "That happens more than you," Don stopped as Chad started to cum again, but this time it was creamy and white. His abs and chest flexed as his big dick shot out seven shots of thick cum. The smell had filled the small exam room, and Don stood up to get a warm towel, as Chad looked away, his cheeks flushed. "Holy fuck. I'm sorry." "No need to apologize." Don handed him a towel, and used one to mop up some of the cum that had landed on the floor. "I knew that was going to happen. I've been holding it in all day." "That happens more than you know, Chad. Don't be embarrassed." "My balls feel better actually." Don laughed, "Well. Yeah man." He smiled up at Chad. The right testicle was still inflamed but Chad's dick had already started to soften. He put on a fresh pair of gloves, and came back to the table. "Are you comfortable with me proceeding with the exam?" "Bet." Chad lay back again. The redness had left his face, and he appeared more relaxed. Don softly rolled his thumb and fingers over the base of the shaft, working it from side to side. He took note of how quickly Chad was becoming aroused again, and took a couple of glances up to ensure Chad was still relaxed. Chad's eyes were closed, and he seemed to be at ease.
Don moved Chad's shaft to one side, as he took the left testicle between his thumb and finger, lightly shifting it under the light. Chad squirmed, and gasped quietly. "What is the discomfort level when I move the testicle?" "It's not discomfort. I just don't want to cum again." "Not to worry." He didn't think after that massive load, there would even be any ejaculate left in the young man. He noticed the right testicle was tight against the base of the shaft again. He worked the left testicle around and up, to look just under the base. As he was combing through the bush of pubes to lift the testicle up toward the light, Chad grabbed his wrist. "I think I'm gonna bust again Doc." Don pressed a finger just below Chad's testicles, against his urethra, and felt Chad loosen his grip. 'Oh fuck, what did you do? It stopped." "It's an old trick. You can apply pressure if you want to edge or delay gratification when masturbating. I don't recommend it while you're recovering, but to avoid any more cleanup, I felt it appropriate." Chad furrowed his brows, and sat up. Don moved his finger away, and resumed examining the left testicle, which appeared to have taken on a natural shade of flesh tone from when Chad first arrived. He carefully moved the swollen testicle around between his finger and thumb. Chad grabbed his arm again, but he didn't try to stop him this time. He watched as Chad's dick arched up, and spouted out a couple of quick cumshots, which dripped down into the mass of pubes. "Oh fuck. I can't do this all day. I have to play tonight at 5." Donovan got up and threw the gloves in the trash. "You're not playing tonight at 5. Doctor's orders."
Chad stayed on the table, still hard, for a few minutes while Donovan washed his hands and scrolled through his calendar. "I can see you again next Wednesday, same time? Chad sat up, "For real no game?" "No. You don't want this happening on the court do you?" Donovan motioned his hand toward Chad's groin. Chad smiled, 'nah." He sat up with a light wincing, and turned to stand up. He slowly got off the table and loomed over Donovan. "Wow, you really are," Donovan glanced over at Chad's check-in form. "6'10"! Holy shit." "Yeah, they say I'll probably go pro." "uh-huh" Donovan looked him over one last time, before Chad put his clothes on, and Donovan wiped down the exam table. "See you next week, Doc." "You too, Chad." Donovan turned and smile, as Chad walked out. No sooner had he closed the door did Troy walk in. "Dr. Don. How did it go?" He had the tea face on. "It went well. I think he'll need a few days to recover, at least." "And will you?" "Careful." Donovan handed Chad's file to Troy with a wink.
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