Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 02:16:22 -0600
From: Andrew Davidson <in.the.arms.of.angels564@gmail.com>
Subject: Respectful Domination

Anthony was a truly caring individual, as if a part of Nightingale's spirit
dwelled within his soul. He was freshly out of high school, working nights
as a nurse's aide at a well-known hospital within the city while working on
his pre-requisites for an RN program at the local community college. As it
goes with most ancillary staff positions, his pay wasn't too great and he
was at the lower end of the hierarchy on the unit where he worked.


Many of the nurses there knew what an asset the aides were, and gave them
the respect that they put out. Anthony was always polite and respectful to
any of the other hospital staff he came into contact with, so the nurses
generally liked him. However, it was another story with a particular
physician.


Dr. Webb was a hospitalist who was well-respected and rather feared amongst
the nursing staff. Physicians often have attitudes with the nurses that
aren't warranted. Maybe the nurse has called him at a later hour, or maybe
the nurse doesn't know the lab results for a patient that the doctor needs
to know. This being the case, one can probably guess how some physicians
treat ancillary staff. A nurse's aide might be lucky if some physicians
even acknowledge their existence. Dr. Webb, however, loved showing his
snarky side towards the aides, because he didn't feel like there'd be any
consequence.


One day, Anthony arrived on the unit to start his 12-hour shift, and the
aide who had been caring for his the patients on his side of the hall gave
him a quick report of his patients.


"I have to tell you, Dr. Webb has been through several times because of the
declining condition of the patient in room 205. He's being a real jerk
today and I guess I was taking too long to finish up taking my patient's
vitals, because he literally shoved me aside in front of the patient." the
wiry aide told Anthony.


Anthony put a heavy hand on the aide's shoulder and said, "It's alright,
your shift is over now. I'll take it from here." The aide didn't need
further telling. He clocked out and hightailed it out of there.


Anthony is not an easily intimidated man. Sure, he is only 19, but he can
still be considered a man. He stands at a modest 5'10, but his frame is
thick with muscle. He consumes over 5,000 calories a day, with a diet high
in fat and protein. If he wants, he can flex his pectoral muscles to make
his tight scrub top strain at the fabric. He's the kind of guy you see who
isn't "shredded", but squat over twice his bodyweight without breaking a
sweat. He's well-liked by the nursing staff not only because of his kind
demeanor, but also because he can lift the heaviest of patients without
needing any help. A physical therapist once jokingly commented to him, `You
make us grown men feel inferior!'


Anthony met with the aide who would be his `partner' for the shift, then
started doing his room checks. He got to the patient in room 205, and saw
that Dr. Webb was in there, but charting on the bedside computer, not
actually interacting with the patient. The patient was a sweet woman who
had severe deep vein thrombosis which was not improving despite her
therapeutic drug regimen. Anthony went up to her bedside and introduced
himself, asking if she currently needed anything. She gave a weak smile but
declined his offer, so he placed her call light button within easy reach
and turned to leave the room. He had decided he would wait to do his vitals
until Dr. Webb had left the room.


On his way to leave the room, Anthony was stopped by Dr. Webb, who stood
over him at 6'3 but had a very thin frame, so that his white coat kind of
loosely hung on his body, in stark contrast to Anthony whose scrubs tightly
hugged his thick frame.


"Don't you have some bedpans you could be cleaning? When a doctor is in the
room, he deserves an uninterrupted visit with the patient." Dr. Webb said
snidely.


"Good evening, Dr. Webb. I think it's important for the patient to know who
her aide is, since there was just a shift change. Did my short visit with
her bother you?" Anthony said in his characteristically kind voice.


"I don't even know why hospitals hire unlicensed young people like
you. It's not like the nurses can't do what you do themselves." he replied.


Anthony felt his coolness fading, but still he smiled. "As aides, we
lighten the workload of the nurses and help make their job easier. The
nurses can do what we do, but we act as an extra set of hands for them."


"Oh, nice to know the nurses can't handle their assignments. And that's
what you aspire to be? Thank God getting into med school isn't as easy as
getting into nursing school." he shrugged and turned back to his computer.


Anthony had learned through his short life experiences that bitter people
are usually projecting their own insecurities when they're rude, so he
simply shrugged off Dr. Webb's comments and told his patient that he'd be
back soon to take her vitals. He walked past the nurse's station and saw
one of the nurses sitting down with her face in her hands.


"Rachel, are you okay?" Anthony stopped to ask.


She let out a sigh and took a breath before answering. "You're caring for
the patient in room 205, aren't you? She is one of my patients and Dr. Webb
has apparently been in and out for the past few hours. He wouldn't even let
me do my initial assessment because he said I was just in the way."


"I don't think he should be allowed to impede on your job duties as a
nurse." Anthony said soothingly.


"I don't either. You know Anthony, I've been a nurse for a while and I have
worked with some nasty physicians, but Dr. Webb is something else. He is
the personification of a God complex." she said.


"I think he just needs someone to bring him back to reality." Anthony said
before leaving the nurse's station and finishing his room checks. He helped
one patient eat their dinner, and changed a few beds before realizing he
had forgotten to do the vitals on the patient in room 205.


He returned to the room just as Dr. Webb was entering it. The patient was
asleep, and Anthony saw in the flow sheet that the nurse had already gotten
the patient's vitals while he was doing his other rounds, so he turned to
leave the room. Dr. Webb stood in the doorway, standing tall over Anthony
with his skinny arm crossed.


"Why don't you do what you came to do?" Dr. Webb said.


"The patient is asleep, and immediate vitals aren't necessary enough to
wake her." Anthony said, quickly losing his patience.


"I don't think they taught you that kind of critical thinking in the 2-week
long course you took to get your certification. Sure that's not outside
your scope of practice?" Dr. Webb retorted.


"I want you to know something, Dr. Webb," Anthony started, his voice
dropping to a deep whisper as he clenched a fist. "You made the nurse cry
earlier with your rude remarks, and I heard from the previous aide that you
actually shoved him from the bedside. That kind of behavior isn't okay,
even coming from a physician." Anthony struggled to remain professional,
but he somehow managed.


"Listen, ass-wiper," Dr. Webb started in a mockingly quiet whisper. "I
don't care if that nurse cried, and that aide shouldn't have been in my
way. If you didn't notice, your badge says `aide', not `Chief of
Medicine'. Get out of my way, I'm gonna take those vitals that you
apparently couldn't."


Dr. Webb started his way towards the patient's bed, but Anthony flared his
lats out by putting his hands on his hips, and blocked the narrow path from
the door to the patient's bed. Anthony dropped his professional front, and
smirked up at Dr. Webb who looked astonished that an aide would dare do
such a thing.


"Are you gonna shove me like you did that other aide? Try it." Anthony
said.


Dr. Webb, in a complete lack of respect, gave Anthony a forceful shove, but
Anthony went nowhere. He had flexed his legs and bore down his stance as he
had coaxed the doctor, and the pitiful amount of force Dr. Webb exerted
couldn't have hoped to budge the strong teenager.


"I hate to tell you this, doctor, but you're incredibly weak for a 30-year
old man. Or maybe I'm just incredibly strong." Anthony said cockily.


"I'm a grown man. You're barely out of high school. Give me a break."
Dr. Webb snickered.


"What do I need to do to show you that I'm serious?" Anthony started. "Oh,
I have an idea." Anthony lifted up his right bicep and flexed as hard as he
could. His muscular peak instantly ripped his scrub top's sleeve, and he
didn't break eye contact with Dr. Webb, whose expression was that of pure
shock.


"This is strength." Anthony said affirmatively, as if there was any doubt.


"Uh..um.." the physician was at a loss for words. He probably wasn't used
to being stood up to, let alone a young aide. Meeting someone who didn't
worship the ground he walked on was almost earth-shattering for him.


"Now, come into room 225 with me. It's empty, and there are several things
I would like your opinion on." Anthony instructed. This seemed to snap
Dr. Webb out of his stupor, probably because he thought his expertise was
being recognized once more. He blindly followed Anthony into the empty
room, and didn't even comment as Anthony closed the door behind him.


"Doctor, how long have you worked at this hospital?" Anthony asked him.


"I did my residency here, so more than a few years, I'd say." he laughed.


"Would you say that entitles you to more respect than say, someone who has
worked here for only a year?" Anthony asked.


"Of course. Actually, I'd say my knowledge puts me past many of the people
who have worked here for ten or twenty years." he shrugged, as if that were
a commonly held opinion.


"See, this is what I have a problem with," Anthony started. "Respect is
something that is earned, and I find it strange that you're the only person
in this hospital I've encountered who has a problem showing me respect."
That wiped the smirk clean off of Dr. Webb's face, but Anthony went on. "In
fact, it's almost as if you're living in some fantasy world in your head
where you are God and we are just your servants."


"I don't know what the hell-," the doctor started but was interrupted by
Anthony's deeper and louder voice.


"Well, tonight doctor, you're in for a rude wake up call. In fact, tonight,
you will be the servant and I will be the god." Anthony cleanly removed his
scrub top to expose a smooth, thick torso with almost offensively
protruding pecs and a thick abdominal wall that jutted out with his
pecs. The doctor looked taken aback, his face white with uncertainty.  "You
know, I've been a nurse's aide here for over a year, and I have heard
nothing but bad things about you, doctor. It's almost as if you're
compensating for something. Could it be that scrawny body?" Anthony said as
he ignored any personal boundaries and painfully squeezed Dr. Webb's
twiggish biceps.


Dr. Webb opened his mouth as if to protest, but Anthony shot him an
intimidating look and said, "I would be careful about the words you choose
to say. They could make or break you right now."


Dr. Webb closed his mouth without saying anything and Anthony went
on. "Take off your clothes. All of them." Dr. Webb felt intimidated, and
followed Anthony's command without protest. His pitifully muscleless frame
paled in comparison to Anthony's rugby-like build.


"This is funny, see, `cause you're standing side-by-side with a nursing
student.. but just hours ago, you were so sure that the nursing staff is
inferior to you. But we take off your white coat and suit, and you're just
an inferior wimp." Anthony said condescendingly.


"I still know more than you will ever dream to know." The doctor said
haughtily, gaining back some of his scorn.


"Really, doctor? Tell me," Anthony started as he approached the physician
closer. "how does that matter when you're at the mercy of a bigger and
stronger man?" He clutched Dr. Webb's thin fingers in his own meaty hands
and began to squeeze. It was not long before the doctor cried out in pain
and dropped to his knees.


"You see, today you will learn something which you clearly know little
about. The thing about being a man is, respect is everything. You may not
like me, or even care about who I am, but whether you walk or crawl out of
this room, untouched or bruised, you will respect me." Anthony continued as
he increased the strength of his grip on Dr. Webb's fingers, who began to
tear up and actually began to beg.


"Please let me go. You're hurting me." he begged.


"You see, Dr. Webb, you made Rachel cry earlier, but you didn't care
then. I could make you cry now, why should I care?" Anthony said with a
cruel sense of justice.


Dr. Webb, for once, had nothing to say. He simply teared up some more and
actually began to sniffle some at the pain. "Dr. Webb, I can assure you
that I have not yet given you a reason to cry." Anthony said with venom.


"Please, what are you going to do to me?" Dr. Webb asked fearfully.


"I will do whatever it takes to make a man out of you." Anthony said
cryptically, as he let go of Dr. Webb's hands and undid the drawstrings of
his scrub pants. He dropped his pants to the floor to reveal a pair of
thicky muscled and veiny thighs. He flexed his meaty quads and punched them
with his fist a few times to dramatically show how hard they were.


"Let's see yours." Anthony said as he stood next to Dr. Webb, whose
hairless chicken legs didn't even look like they could be flexed.


"Please let me put my clothes back on. This is humiliating." Dr. Webb
pleaded.


"Doctor, this isn't humiliation," Anthony smirked. "THIS is humiliation."
he said as he shoved the doctor to the ground. He slipped off his shoes and
socks and shoved his bare foot into the doctor's face.


"Doctor, on a scale of 0 to 10, how incredibly awful do my feet smell?"
Anthony asked mockingly. Dr. Webb probably would have answered, but his
mouth was stuffed full of the teen's meaty toes. After Anthony thought he
had tortured the doctor enough with his stinky feet, he pulled them out of
the doctor's mouth and sat himself down the empty patient bed while the
doctor scrambled at his feet.


The doctor looked up at Anthony in shock and said, "God, please let that be
the worst of it."


"Doc, why do you have to do that to yourself? Now I gotta outdo myself."
Anthony said as he quickly ensnared Dr. Webb's head between his thick
thighs and locked his heels together. He squeezed the doctor's head between
his quadricep muscles and watched as the doctor's eyes nearly popped out of
his head. It sounded like he was screaming, but his sound was lost to the
loss of oxygen that he was getting.


"Doc, this isn't even half of my strength. If you saw how much I could
squat, you would pass out. I think what you should take away from this is,
if you continue to doubt how far I will go to prove a point, I will fuck up
nerves that even you didn't know existed." Anthony said before suddenly
releasing the doctor, who collapsed back to the floor gasping for air.


"Now, the moment I know we've both been waiting for.." Anthony said slowly
as he began grossly massaging the bulge in his briefs while Dr. Webb came
out of his daze. Dr Webb's eyes grew wide as Anthony's bulge turned into an
easily identifiable erection, the head of which poked out of his tight
briefs


"I-uh, what-uh.." the doctor tried to formulate a question but such
utterances were all he could spit out.


"I think I told you earlier, Dr. Webb. Tonight, you are the servant, and I
am the god." Anthony explained as he tenderly slid down his briefs to his
ankles to expose his thick, heavily veined cock. "Now, I need you to get on
your stomach. One could say we're about to do a rectal exam."


It was such a grimly victorious sight: The callous doctor who though he
ruled the roost was forced into submission by an ordinarily sweet and
gentle aide, whose true dominant colors had to be shown to bring this
doctor back to earth. However, on his way back to earth, this doctor found
himself in a completely vulnerable situation without an obvious escape.


Anthony anticipated the doctor's resistance, so he made a very blunt and
effective threat. "If you don't cooperate, doctor, I will force you to wear
your underwear on your head around the hospital for the rest of this shift,
and all the nurses can laugh at your pathetic endowment."  He warned as he
gave the doctor's tiny penis a painful flick.


The doctor got on his stomach as he was told to and didn't even try to make
a run for it.


"Unfortunately for you, I don't have any lube for your cute little
butt. Fortunately for me, I always jack off dry so this is just gonna be
intensely pleasurable for me. I might have to work my way in though."
Anthony laughed nonchalantly. The doctor tensed up at the thought, and
Anthony just laughed harder. "Poor guy, even if a trained medical
professional can't stop his body's nervous reactions despite knowing
better. The tenser you make that ass, the harder it's gonna be on you."


The doctor tried relaxing his body but when Anthony started thumping the
doctor's small ass with his thick and heavy cock, the doctor just tensed up
again. Anthony teased the doctor's hole with his penis's big and wide head,
but gave no warning as to when he was going to stick it in.


When Anthony suddenly thrust his thick cock inside just a quarter of the
way, the doctor bit his own arm to muffle his bloodcurdling scream. Anthony
simply smiled and flexed his cock playfully, eliciting an even louder yet
muffled scream from the doctor.


"While you're feeling your anal cavity get pounded to pieces, doctor, I
want you to think about something. Think about all the feelings you've
crushed, confidences you've shattered, and spirits you've weakened with
your piss poor attitude over the years." Anthony said, as he advanced his
thick manhood so it was halfway inside the quivering doctor who continued
to cry.


"I just want you to know, that when you crawl out of this room today, you
will know what respect means." Anthony said as he flexed his cock again and
made the doctor squirm.


"Doesn't feel that great, little man? I dunno if guys like you get laid,
but the next time you're inside a woman, try this little trick. Oh wait,
your dick probably has to be bigger than two inches for this to work." he
laughed as he flexed his dick again and made the doctor spasm in a painful
sense of pleasure.


"Ready, doc? One, two, three!" Anthony said cheerfully as he shoved his
cock in another quarter of the way. The doctor reached backwards towards
his ass to try to pull the cock out of his asshole, but his hole was too
tight around the thick cock. There was no way it was coming out unless
Anthony pulled it out.


"Aww, does that hurt?" Anthony asked sadistically. He shoved the remainder
of his cock inside the scrawny man who was writhing in pain before him. "Aw
man, that feels good." Anthony said in blind sexual ecstasy. He lifted the
doctor up off the floor, his cock still inside of him, and began rapidly
flexing his monster cock.. up, down, up, down.The feeling of his cockhead
rapidly moving up and down against the doctor's prostate was almost too
much to bear.


Within minutes, he was groaning loudly as hot explosions of cum erupted one
after another. The doctor felt ten ropes of cum cover his prostate before
he stopped counting. The hypermasculine teen left his hard cock inside the
grown man and whispered softly into his ear. "Isnt it a terrifying thought
that I could fuck you all over again, lasting twice as long now that I've
cummed once?"


The doctor let out a weak gasp, and said, "Please don't.."


Anthony gave the doctor's rectum one last cock flex before roughly pulling
out his cum-covered cock and dropping him to the floor. "Take one final,
good look at my godlike body, doctor. If there's one thing you should take
away from this meeting, it's that there is always someone out there who can
totally own you." Anthony put his uniform back on and attached his badge to
his scrub top as he handed the doctor his clothes.


"Now look here, doctor. This CNA badge, that physician's coat.. these
things don't define our places in society. As I just established, I could
make you my little bitch boy, my pet, my trophy husband, whatever I
wanted. I could force you to support me financially. I could force you to
clean my dirty socks. Hell, I could go around this hospital forcing you to
wipe my patients for me after they get done taking a shit." Anthony laughed
as he briefly shoved a dirty socked foot in the doctor's face.


"But you know, I'll do my job, you do yours. Just remember this: I'm a
sincere and nice guy, but if you ever disrespect me or the nursing staff
again? These biceps can bend steel, these thighs could squat your car, and
this cock is just dying for a reason to wreck you again. I look forward to
the rest of our shift together." Anthony gave the defeated doctor a
courteous smile as he put on his shoes and exited the room, leaving the
doctor in a pool of his own sweat and cum that had leaked out of his
pulverized hole. The doctor lay there in shock, trying to come grips with
the new working relationship he would have to foster with Anthony and his
coworkers. If the doctor could say one thing about Anthony, it was that he
knew how to get a man's respect.