A Visit to the Doctor

"Just lie there a moment and relax. I know that was a bit stressful for you."

"A bit," I agreed, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

"But you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

For a moment I was speechless, then slowly I nodded. "Yeah. In a way I guess I did. Does that make me some kind of pervert?"

The doctor's expression was serious. "We're so quick to label behaviors weird or perverse. If two adults are involved and there's mutual consent, neither person getting harmed, then there's nothing wrong with whatever it is they're doing."

He patted my stomach. "What this is all about today is your giving up control. That's a strange and difficult thing for a man to do. You're doing very well, by the way. Shall we continue?"

My mouth was dry as I looked up at him and nodded yes.

"Good. We're going to move on to the final phase of the examination, the rectal and prostate exams and the collection of a sperm sample."

There was no point in trying to pretend my cock wasn't rock hard. He could see it as plain as day. Like a good doctor, though, he gave no indication that he noticed.

"In order to give you the best possible exam your system has to be thoroughly cleaned out. Have you ever had an enema?"

"Well, I have cleaned myself out. For, you know..."

Doctor Roberts smiled. "This will be a little more extensive than that, but at least you're familiar with the idea. I'll be back in a moment."

He disappeared and returned in a little while, carrying a large glass pitcher with measuring markings on the side filled with water and an object that at first I didn't recognize. It was a rather squat plastic bottle, again with markings on the side, with a black, conical nozzle. Through the plastic I could see that it was filled with water and a tube hung down into the inside.

"This device," the doctor announced, "is sold as a nasal rinse. However, because of its construction it works very well for our purposes. Turn onto your left side, away from me, and raise your right knee toward your chest, please."

I obeyed, exposing my asshole to him.

"We'll need just a little lubrication." I felt a gloved finger apply a cold hit of lubricant. "Now, take deep breaths. Relax as much as you can."

I felt the nozzle press against the opening, then enter. The next moment warm liquid flooded into my bowel, almost too warm to be comfortable. I didn't fight it-in fact, it felt good.

"Very good, we're almost finished with this first bottle," the doctor murmured.

"As I continue adding liquid, you may start to feel cramping. This is normal, and should not be unbearable. You'll be required to hold the fluid in for a certain amount of time. I'll monitor the situation closely."

He withdrew the squeeze bottle and I heard him filling it again. The next bottleful began to flow in and I began to feel full-very full-inside. It was a strange mixture of arousal and discomfort.

"How many more?" I asked.

"Let's see. I think you'll be able to take two more. That'll make about a quart of fluid."

"Really?" I was nervous at the thought.

"You'll be fine. This is a saline solution, so it won't upset your system. Plain water could thin your blood too much." The doctor grasped my shoulder reassuringly. "Nothing bad will happen, I promise."

"Okay." The third bottleful of warm water was squeezed into me. Now I really began to feel uncomfortably full, and I shifted to try and ease the cramps. Dr. Roberts ran his hand along my stomach, gently. "You're feeling it now, aren't you? Breathe deeply, keep relaxed. You're doing great. Just one more bottle."

I groaned as yet more liquid flowed into my system. My stomach was distended from the water inside.

"All done." The doctor put down the bottle. "Now, we'll take a few minutes to let your system adjust." He began to rub my stomach again. "I'll let you know when you can expel the liquid. The bathroom is nearby." He pointed in its direction. "When I tell you too, get up SLOWLY off the table and proceed there. Don't hurry, even though you may feel like running. We don't want to have an accident," he chuckled.

He bent over close to me, his hand never stopping its gentle motion on my body. "Breathe...relax..." he whispered into my ear. I did my best to obey him and ignore the cramping urgency in my body.

Finally, he said, "I think you are ready to evacuate. Remember what I said. Get up slowly. Walk slowly. Leave the bathroom door open."

I found out what he meant when I moved-my insides lurched with their watery burden and almost betrayed me right there. With an effort I avoided disaster and began walking toward the bathroom. In the midst of my embarrassment and discomfort I felt another, surprising sensation. I looked down at my semi-erect cock.

I made it to the toilet just in time. As I quickly sat down and let myself go I looked up and saw the doctor coming toward me. He stopped at the door, leaning against the frame and looking intently at me as the "evacuation" continued.

My face felt hot as I blushed. The doctor nodded. "I know this is embarrassing for you," he said. "It's for your own safety. Sometimes people have odd reactions-most often, faintness and dizziness. It's best if I monitor the situation until you're through."

"Aw, fuck," was all I could say. No one had watched me take a shit since I was a toddler and the humiliation was intense. I bowed my head and tried to tune out everything. The next few minutes seemed really long, but finally it was done. I flushed and stood up.

"Stay there." The doctor disappeared and came back with a washcloth. "Turn around and bend over, I'll clean you up."

When he was done, he said, "Now we're ready. I'm going to lead you to a special table for the final phase of your examination. This way, please."

I had seen the equipment he was talking about when I first walked in. It was a table with two additions at either end. At the head end, which was raised at an angle, there was an extension, a flat board with two wrist restraints attached to it. At the foot a tall scaffold had been attached to the legs, so that a bar ran horizontally several feet above the end. Two leather rings hung on chains from this bar.

The doctor's voice was low and soft behind me. "You will be restrained at both ends. The stirrups will force your legs to stay apart, allowing me maximum access to your anus, rectum and prostate. Your wrists will be bound, making you unable to resist. I will of course not physically harm you in any way, but you will be totally at my mercy. I want to make sure of your consent before we proceed. Do I have it?"

I waited a long moment, then nodded. "Yes."

He patted me gently on my bare shoulder. "Good boy. Please assume the position."

I got on the table and turned onto my back. He raised each of my arms above my head and snapped the restraints into place, then lifted my legs and passed them through the leather rings. When he was done he stepped back, regarding me silently. I noticed that there was a definite bulge between his legs, visible through the long white coat.

"Some of my patients ask to be hooded, blindfolded, or gagged. Since you are a first-time patient, I will omit those steps." For the first time a slight leer crossed his face. "My guess is you'll want to see what's going on."

I lay bound, spread-eagled, my genitals and asshole exposed and vulnerable. I licked my dry lips and nodded. "Yes, doctor." My cock was hard as a rock on my belly. It felt as if it had been that way the whole afternoon.

His gaze grew intense. "You are a beautiful young man. I'm going to enjoy this examination." He pulled up a chair and drew a small table toward him as he sat down. On it was a pair of rubber gloves, a tube of K-Y jelly, and a collection of what I recognized as dildos and butt plugs.

The doctor snapped on the gloves and squeezed a glob of lubricant onto the fingertips of his right hand. I peered down, watching his hand as it approached my hole. I felt his fingers tickle the opening. "Breathe," he said, and a moment later I grunted as his fingers pushed in. He rotated his hand to the left and right. An involuntary "ah" escaped my lips as he found my prostate and began to palpate it vigorously.

"Feels very healthy," the doctor said. "Firm, no nodules. A bit enlarged, congested maybe. You've been aroused quite a bit this afternoon."

"You're telling me," I chuckled, between gasps of pleasure.

"You've had receptive anal intercourse, correct?" he asked, his fingers never stopping.

"Uh-huh."

"I'm going to test the muscle tone of your anal sphincter by inserting progressively larger instruments. If you really feel you can't take it, tell me."

"Okay," I said, nervously eyeing some of the toys he had on his tray. I hoped he wouldn't get to the biggest one.

It went on for what seemed like forever. Helpless in the restraints, I shouted and groaned with mingled pleasure and pain countless times as the doctor lubed up dildo after dildo and pushed them into my asshole, gently but without mercy. Sometimes after insertion he would move them back and forth, fucking me with them. Other times he would tell me to move my hips and fuck myself on the toy that was violating me. He would give my cock a few strokes each time, never enough to push me over the edge and make me cum, no matter how much I pleaded.

The instruments, as he kept calling them, got thicker and longer. My eyes bugged out at the sight of the last one, a huge black latex butt plug.

"Please, no. I can't," I pleaded.

"Oh, I think you can," he purred. "Your sphincter is nice and relaxed now, after all these preliminary insertions."

"No, please, doctor." For the first time I was really scared. "That thing will tear me apart. Please don't make me."

The doctor considered this, and then looked at me. "Well, there is one alternative. I don't usually offer this to my patients, but you're so damn hot..."

I realized what he wanted, and nodded vigorously. "Yes. Take me. Fuck me, doctor."

We locked eyes. He stood. "As you wish." He began to unbutton his white coat. In a very short while he had stripped naked, revealing a surprisingly toned body. His long, cut penis jutted from his trimmed crotch, its darker head moist with precum.

Dr. Roberts reached for the instrument stand and picked up a foil-wrapped condom-I hadn't noticed it there before. I watched his every move as he tore it open and unrolled the latex onto his himself. A swipe of K-Y and he was ready, smiling as he moved toward me and got between my spread legs. He took his cock in his hand and guided it to my hole, slick and tender from the abuse it had already taken.

"Entry shouldn't be difficult," he said. Sure enough, one thrust of his hips and he was inside. I grunted and tossed my head as he quickly buried himself up to the balls in me. He looked into my eyes again and something happened.

All afternoon I had let this man strip, embarrass and humiliate me. He had crossed all boundaries, violated me in multiple ways, with my consent. He had torn down my defenses. Now he was taking me in ultimate conquest.

In that moment I surrendered the last traces of my identity and self-respect. I became just a fuckhole for his all-conquering dick. I wanted nothing more to be ravaged and used by him until I was a dried-up husk, then tossed aside.

"You're mine," he whispered, as he grasped my calves and began to thrust.

Dr. Roberts proved to be as skilled a fucker as he had been at everything else he'd done to me that day. He fucked me deep, then shallow, fast, then slow, occasionally grinding his hips in a circle, constantly keeping me guessing as to what he'd do next. In the midst of it all he bent downward and gave me a long, wet kiss, feeding my hungry mouth all that it wanted of his lips and tongue. He then switched his attentions to my nipples. That got me thrashing and whimpering, straining futilely at the restraints binding my wrists. I wanted so badly to throw my arms around him, press him to me, take my tortured cock in my hand and bring myself off. I couldn't do anything except lie there and take it.

In the fading light of late afternoon the doctor took what he hadn't yet taken of my body. He took my soul.

I could have stayed in this sweet hell for the rest of time, but all too soon it had to end. I could tell the doctor was getting close to blowing his load as he began to step up the pace of his thrusts for the last time. His handsome face reddened as panting breaths emanated from between his clenched teeth.

"Ready to give me that sperm sample, boy?" he asked.

I had no words left. I nodded. He gave me one last encouraging grin and began to jack my cock, hard. As I passed the point of no return my eyes closed involuntarily. Whimpers from my throat turned into cries, then a prolonged roar of ecstasy as my body tried to jackknife off the table. My head flew up just in time for the first blast of cum to hit my chin. A dozen more shot out of my spasming cock, splashing across my chest and stomach. In the middle of it all I felt the doctor's cock drilling my hole, his pubes slamming against my crotch, hoarse shouts of triumph issuing from his throat as he reached his own orgasm.

I opened my eyes and surveyed the sticky mess starting to congeal on my heaving chest. I looked up. Dr. Roberts' back was arched, his face turned up to the ceiling, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Then he let himself go limp, body almost falling forward onto me as he drew air in great, ragged breaths.

He reached over my head and undid the wrist restraints. I grabbed his head and drew it to mine. We kissed tenderly, languidly, our mouths meeting over and over again as we slowly came back down to earth.

I released him and fell back on the table, utterly spent. I felt him start to pull out of me and reluctantly let him go.

"Stay there," he said. "Just relax. I'm going to get you cleaned up."

I closed my eyes. When I heard him coming back I opened them. He was still naked but had stripped off the condom, his partially erect cock swinging heavily. In his arms he had a washbasin and towels. He took the first and blotted off the congealing semen on my body.

"That was an impressive ejaculation," he said, once more adopting his clinical tone. "Prolonged arousal increases the amount of seminal fluid, as you can see."

"What time is it?" I asked.

"About four o'clock."

I whistled. "Talk about prolonged. I think I've been hard for three hours."

He chuckled. "You young people have so much stamina." He bent and dipped a washcloth into the basin, squeezed it out, and began to wipe me down. The warm moisture was comforting, as was the faint smell of mint. Then with a third towel he rubbed me dry. When he was finished he stood above me and laid a hand on my stomach.

"How are you doing?"

I didn't answer right away. Strange feelings were coursing through me. To my surprise and embarrassment I felt tears welling up. I tried to stifle my sobs but couldn't.

I felt myself lifted and gathered into strong arms. The doctor held me against his bare chest as I cried my guts out on his shoulder. After what seemed like an eternity I began to get a hold of myself. He handed me one of the towels. I took it, blew my nose, and wiped my eyes. Then I sat on the table staring at nothing, unable to look him in the eye.

"Dirk," he said. I looked at him. His gaze was warm and friendly, and I could tell this was really him, not some mythical doctor.

"Don't be embarrassed. Many of my 'patients' have the same reaction."

I was surprised. "Why?"

"Not sure I can explain it very well. You were a marvelous patient--you took everything I threw at you and accepted it wholeheartedly, not holding anything back, totally letting yourself go. Because of that your ultimate release was greater than most of my patients. Men aren't used to laying themselves that bare in everyday life, and when they do in this examination room, stuff can come up from deep inside that they didn't expect. Does that make sense?"

I nodded. "Kind of."

He shrugged. "I'm sounding like some sort of medical professional. I'm not, of course. I like to think that by doing these fantasy exams with a small group of select men that I'm somehow helping them. I hope you got something out of today."

I hugged him. "I did. I hope you could tell. Thanks."

He smiled and kissed me lightly one more time. "Don't mention it. And now I think it's time for you-and me-to get dressed."

At the door a while later I turned to him. He was every inch the cool professional again, even to his white coat. The words stuck in my throat but I had to ask.

"Will I be able to get another appointment sometime?"

He didn't hesitate. "Absolutely! I'd suggest you wait a few months at least, though, until you really feel you need it. Drive safely now."

I went to the hotel I'd booked for the night and checked in. As soon as I was in the room an overwhelming wave of fatigue washed over me. I collapsed on to the bed and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

I haven't yet scheduled another exam with Dr. Roberts, though I know I will. Like he said, I'm waiting until I really need it.

I never liked going to the doctor. Now I think all men need regular checkups.

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