After completing my sports physical, Dr. Grant started my second round of treatments. I sucked at the Kegel exercises and knew I was going to need to step up my dedication to my dick workouts. During the sounding, I noticed Dr. Grant was sporting wood. He noticed I had noticed but handled it like a pro. The prostate massage went well, but was more volume than distance.
After the sounding treatment, Dr. Grant explained Kegel exercises to me and told me to take my dick to the gym. We proceeded to the prostate massage. The sensation almost caused me to fly off the table. But after easing into it, I managed to cum, but without any noticeable increase in force. I left his office more horned up than I had ever been in my life.
I headed home to immediately jack off. Mom already had dinner on the table. After the awkward situation of explaining my appointment with Dr. Grant to her, I went upstairs to my room to process what had happened.
After a careful analysis of my condition, Dr. Grant recommended a series of non-surgical treatments: sounding, Kegel exercises, and prostate massage. He assured me it was covered by my insurance. I wanted to get better, so I decided to start the treatments.
I was nervous as Dr. Grant prepared the sounds and placed them on a sterilized tray. Not knowing what to expect, I gasped when he inserted it. His bedside manner was excellent and put me at ease. As the treatment progressed, I noticed his blue eyes, hairy forearms, and tan skin.
I decided to bring the issue up with my new doctor at my sports physical. After years of seeing a pediatrician, my mom had signed me up with an internist, Dr. Grant. He was young, tall, blond, and in incredible shape; a far cry from my crusty old doc with the balloons and lollipops. He took my condition seriously and spoke with me honestly about my options.
Fate brings together older, educated shrink and younger, simple delivery van driver in this unpredictable but quite horny story. It may furrow some brows. Possibly evoke stirrings of...well, you decide. Written, I avow, with gusto and relish. May it attract, distract, interest, and amuse you.
As I followed him to the exam room, I couldn’t help but notice how the Khakis seemed to hug his firm ass. Erick opened the door to exam room 2 and I stepped in. Erick followed me in and closed the door.
Aiden grew up on the street. He's used to being cold, wet, dirty. He's used to having nothing, to barely surviving. To people on the street, the Lost Boys Emporium is a myth, a fantasy. Or at least it's a fantasy until one day Aiden is rescued by one of the Emporium's Collectors. Aiden's life is turned upside down in the very best ways possible.
Erick was much shorter than me and Dr. Kennedy, standing at only about 5’9. His body was compact and muscular stretching the navy-blue polo shirt so that it contoured to every curve of his body. He had a dark, thick well-trimmed beard that attempted to conceal boyish features. As I listened to Dr. Kennedy, one of his hands slipped down from Erick’s shoulder to his chest, and he began to play with
“Room 1 today, Brian. Take off your clothes and I will be right in.” Dr. Kennedy said as I walked into the lobby. He was in the process of finishing up with another patient. I walked into room 1 and began getting undressed.
My body relaxed slightly as Dr. Kennedy moved his lips back to mine. The feeling of his body against mine and the smell of the leather stimulated my senses and made it difficult for me to maintain my resolve. With his free hand he reached for the zipper and opened my pants and fished my cock out through the fly.
I never mentioned to anyone what other things happened during my therapy sessions with Dr. Kennedy. I knew what he was doing wasn’t really part of the treatment, but I found myself looking forward to what would come next as I made my way to his office for my next appointment.
CHAPTER 13: Slave David is used again by his half-brother. The half-brother knows how to play the game to get what he wants. Which only makes slave David fall more and more under his half-brother's control.
TW: Noncon, abuse, suicide, psych ward
Admission and orientation - Whynne is admitted to a criminal psych ward for noncompliance and assigned a sadistic doctor to manage his treatment.
First few days of Recovery ensue for both Anton and Justice. Though Justice remains in a coma at present, His father stays in stride with the way his life has been for 31 years. Come along and find out how quickly the fire between Nurse and Patient erupts
Dr. Kennedy stood in front of me and began to massage my upper back and shoulders. He began to push and press into the muscles and moved lower on my back. As he continued, I could see once again the hard outline of his cock running down the leg of his khakis.
Dr. Kennedy began to massage the slick liquid around my lower back, pressing his fingers along my spine and down to the top of my ass. Then Dr. Kennedy moved his hand even lower, taking both sides of my ass and massaging with the oil.
A narcissistic muscleboy shows up to his doctor's office, and gets more than he bargained for as the doctor and his assistant take advantage of his sexy body.