Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2008 23:26:32 +0200 (CEST)
From: Trevor Maytum <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
Subject: TRUST ME I'M A DOCTOR (Gay Encounter/BDSM/Older man/Younger Man)

A handsome young man gets more than he bargained for...

TRUST ME I'M A DOCTOR

I see the nice young man standing in the queue at the pharmacy as I carry
the box of medical supplies from the store room to my car at the front of
the building. He has come to my attention because of the slight altercation
he seems to be having with the young lady behind the counter.

He has rolled up his sleeve to show her something and she has insisted on
calling over the lady pharmacist, a tall, severe-looking woman in large
unfashionable glasses, for her professional opinion. It also hasn't escaped
my notice that he is a very good-looking and pleasant young man. It's
something that comes naturally to me. I have an eye for pleasant,
good-looking young men, and I admire the way he is making his point about
not being able to afford to consult a doctor at this point in time, and the
fact that he has no medical insurance.

He is honest and has dignity. All he wants is an ointment and some care
advice on the injury to his arm, and he will be on his way. Although, I
have to admit, from what I can see, the injury looks unhealthy. In fact,
despite his protestations, the pharmacist is quite correct in her
evaluation of his need for a tetanus booster. I can see that quite plainly,
even at the distance from which I have been quietly observing. But then,
you see, it is what I'm paid to do. It's my profession; I am a doctor,
after all, and he will soon become my ever-so-willing patient.

I offer to take him to my surgery in my car so that he can be given a
tetanus shot. At first he looks doubtful, stressing his inability to pay. I
tell him that I am willing to give him a complimentary jab and offer a
reassuring smile. I can see that I've hit home as for a moment he is taken
aback. Then, turning back to the young lady behind the counter he thanks
her and bids her good-day. It is at this point that I know I have made an
essential connection with him.

My imagination starts to work its magic...

In my mind's eye, I see him standing before me, completely naked, his blond
hair flopping over one eye. He is embarrassed by his lack of attire, but
blushing makes him look hugely attractive. Another thing that makes him
look hugely attractive is his bobbing, semi-erect penis, displaying its
expectancy of good things to come. He fidgets nervously, half-hiding it,
worrying that it will become fully-erect and betray him completely.

I've seen it before in young men who've stood before me. I've had quite an
effect on some of them in the past and I seem to be having a similar effect
on this one too. I sense there is something special about him. He has a
need, a very particular need. And now that he is fully erect I can see the
confirmation of that need. His physical response to my presence speaks so
eloquently of his inner feelings and desires.

My mind returns to the present moment...

We get to the car. I put the package on the back seat, get in and open the
passenger door for him. He looks apprehensive, but tells me how much he
appreciates my kindness. What he doesn't know is how much I'm going to make
him appreciate my kindness; for I intend to extract payment in kind. For
the matter of a simple injection, costing no more than a few dollars in
real terms, I will have at my disposal his beautiful body and I intend to
get much more than my money's worth. After all, I will be giving him the
benefit of my vast specialised knowledge and experience. That is something
that cannot be bought. I have a nice feeling about this handsome young man
and I know I'm going to enjoy amusing myself with him.

And what about him..?

Well, it's what he makes it really. You see, I can't guarantee his
pleasure, only my own. I wish I could. But I really hope he can draw
something from our meeting today. A lot of young men actually return to my
surgery for even more `special' treatment. I can only assume that there are
certain individuals who actually acquire a taste for the particular kind of
medicine I like to prescribe. It's quite surprising how one can get hooked
on being humiliated and belittled. I enjoy participating in these games;
yet at the same time confess puzzlement as to their appeal in a recipient.

But I truly do hope he'll be able to attend more surgery in the future. I'm
sure we'll be able to establish that special `tender' relationship in
time. He looks such a nice boy, so clean and wholesome, and best of all, so
innocent, and it's always such a delicious pleasure corrupting pure
innocence.

We pull away from the curb into rush-hour traffic, but my surgery isn't far
away, a couple of blocks, so we'll be there in ten minutes. I take the
opportunity of admiring his long legs, tightly clad in denim jeans. He is
slim, a lovely figure of a young man, if I may be so bold. I allow my eyes
to alight briefly on his crotch. I like what I see. His masculinity bulges
with promise and in my excitement I almost run a red light. He gives me a
reproving glare. Alas! That will go on the debit side of things when I tot
up the bill. I'm afraid I will have to add an extra charge for that, you
insolent pup! But he needn't worry too much; his body abounds with riches
from which I can extract adequate payment.

We arrive at my surgery, a private wing of what was once an old military
hospital, now mainly converted into shiny new apartments. I get him to
carry my package for me. It's a small chore, but a significant one. I need
him to do things for me and deep down, I know he's very happy to oblige. We
go inside...

I ask him politely, but firmly to put the package on my desk and sit down.
I get him to roll up the sleeve of his right arm so I can inspect the
wound, and also so I can take his blood pressure. A closer inspection of
the abrasion on his forearm reveals signs of secondary infection; a line of
what looks like red lipstick has started creeping up his arm. In fact he is
going to need some antibiotics as well as the tetanus shot. I check his
blood pressure, slightly high, but I can put that down to what is known as
`white-coat-anxiety' brought about by his immediate situation, location and
accompanying atmosphere. I make allowances for that, as I do for the
accelerated pulse reading.

Nothing to worry about. In fact, it's about what I would expect from anyone
in my presence, and I always find it a most encouraging sign that I am able
to stimulate a person's bodily reactions so readily.

I hand him some antibiotic tablets for him to take later and then give him
a couple of injections -- the tetanus, and also something else. In a short
while the second injection will have a rather strange affect on the young
man. He will begin to feel rather carefree, like one does after their
pre-med shot before they're taken down to the operating theatre. This
injection will have the additional power to induce a feeling of
subservience in him. I don't plan to expel too much energy in getting him
to play my games. I'm a bit past all that running around, huffing and
puffing.

I keep him seated for a while longer while I question him about things such
as masturbation and intercourse - quite irrelevant and unnecessary of
course. But I can see the intrusive nature of the questioning has had the
desired effect. He radiates a warm, lustful glow, and I bet his cock is
responding in a positive manner too.

In fact I reach out and feel him, quite blatantly. He doesn't flinch. The
gleam in his eyes tells me I'm on the right track. I squeeze his cock which
is firming up nicely inside his jeans and then roll his balls a little. I
am encouraged by the response. He widens his legs and invites further
scrutiny. Thank you, young man - I accept the invitation.

I show him through to the examination room next door. Already he is showing
signs of coming under the influence of the special substance I have
injected into his bloodstream. He is more demonstrative, enquiring and
confident. He walks over to the couch where I conduct internal
examinations. I watch as he fingers the stirrups that have secured some
very nice young ladies in the past, as well as men, and all those concerned
have eventually revealed their innermost secrets to me.

Seeing him fingering the cold, bright stainless-steel attachments actually
gives me an idea I hadn't previously considered. How nice at some point
during the proceedings to get him nicely spread and secured. His wrists
will be tethered also, so that I can amuse myself without any encumbrance
from him.

He may or may not realise the intense erotic feeling that can be induced
simply by inserting into the penis a long, slender object such as a
`urethral sound'. This is a procedure that in some people will stimulate an
incredibly intense orgasm. Because he is to be immobilised, he will
experience a delicious feeling of helplessness, violation and intrusion as
he witnesses his self being slowly and steadily penetrated to the hilt, by
a stainless steel implement propelled by nothing more than its own weight.
It really is quite a fascinating spectacle how something almost twice the
length of the organ into which it is inserted will virtually disappear
inside it and without a hint of fuss. Maybe I will use the technique on him
later -- that is, if I think he deserves to cum at all.

We'll just have to see what transpires. Whatever happens, I'm going to make
sure that he at least satisfies my desires, if not his own.

I show him through to another room at the end of the corridor and switch on
the light from outside. A powerful circular ceiling lamp blinks into life,
revealing a highly sanitised chamber with large sparkling white tiling and
chrome fittings, a washbasin, a shower and a flushable toilet. It is all
spotlessly clean.

I tell him that he will require an enema because I need to give him an
internal examination. He has no reason to question this, but if he did I
would simply tell him it is normal procedure and that would be an end to
it. He is in no position to argue coherently and logically about what is or
what isn't to be done to him. The drug I have administered has by now
completely, albeit only temporarily, inhibited his power of reasoning. In
fact, at this very moment I would think he's experiencing an unprecedented
level of well-being. They say ignorance is bliss, don't they?

I ask him to strip which he begins to do without protest or
hesitation. Meanwhile, I get ready the necessary things for his enema,
ensuring thorough sterilisation of all necessary equipment.

I wheel the trolley of apparatus over to him and order him to go down on
all fours and present his rear to me. I tell him to part his ass cheeks
using his hands to display himself to me for my pleasure. To do this to my
satisfaction, he has to maintain his balance by resting his head on the
hard-tiled floor. He complies with my request. What a delightful servant he
is turning out to be for his master, so pleasant and willing.

My cock does a lovely flippety-flip at the delicious sight that greets me
-- a chocolate brown, pulsating rosette of elasticised flesh. I goad him,
encouraging him to open himself even wider so that I can inspect him
thoroughly. He hesitates for a second and I need no further invitation to
give him a sharp, corrective slap on the lower right buttock. The sudden
report of sinew on flesh echoes against the hard tiles of the chamber. I do
so like the sound of a stinging, well-aimed smack that has found its
mark. He obliges immediately showing fully the palpitating entrance to his
glory hole. I am tempted to tongue him right there and then, but I have to
suppress my lust for we have much work to do. I notice that his face has
reddened quite dramatically as a result of my corrective gesture, as has
the skin of his right buttock which is now sporting an attractive pink slap
mark about the size of my palm.

I imagine how wonderful it would be to give him a thoroughly good
over-the-knee spanking and immediately start planning in my mind how I
might best bring this about. In fact the answer is right in front of me. It
will be an easy matter to set him up for a misdemeanour for which I can
punish him. I will set him the virtually impossible task of holding the
warm water inside his bowels for two minutes. This is extremely difficult
for anyone except those with the most extraordinary level of bowel
control. With this in mind I fully expect him to expel within the first
minute.

But before I insert the tube I pull on a white rubber glove, lubed
liberally with KY, and set about examining his rectum. He is nice and tight
at the sphincter (a good sign) but nonetheless I soon have him breached
with one, two, and then three fingers inserted into his backside. Now I'm
able to manipulate, stretch and relax his anal muscle satisfactorily. I
hear him sigh as the tension gradually leaves his body.

I remove my fingers and proceed to insert the lubricated tube into his
rectum. When I'm satisfied it lies in the right position I begin filling
his bottom with the warm, soapy solution, all the while talking to him,
encouraging him to keep it inside himself for as long as possible.

  "I want you to keep the water inside you for two minutes. I will time
you. If you fail to do this to my satisfaction, I am going to spank you
severely. Do I make myself clear?"

He answers yes and I switch off the pump and remove the tube. I tell him to
get up now and go and sit on the toilet, setting the second hand of my
watch to zero.

Already the first dribbles of water are running from him as he struggles to
maintain bowel control. I smile to myself and look forward to the lovely
bottom warming I will now surely be able to give him.

It's quite incredible. I almost lose out. I have under-estimated him. In
fact he excels himself, making it to one minute, forty-three seconds before
he allows the dam to burst and in what appears to be one tremendous gush.

  "I'm sorry."

  "Clean and dry yourself."

  "I tried so hard - I really did!"

Despite my unsympathetic attitude to his failed effort at complete
retention, I am secretly proud of him. It was a supreme effort and I
thoroughly enjoyed his facial expressions as he battled against all the
odds. He has pleased me greatly, but I am still going to keep my side of
the bargain.

After he has dried himself I take hold of his erect penis and lead him to
yet another chamber where a simple, hardwood chair occupies the centre of
the room. I sit down, open my fly and order him over my knee. He does this
willingly. He is moderately heavy, a well proportioned young man. But I am
much stronger than he, in body and in mind. Seeing his hair and arms
hanging limply towards the floor gives me a powerful erection which I know
delights him too because he wriggles and squirms in appreciation. He simply
does not have the willpower to resist me or his situation, and his
helplessness and the subservient way he gives himself up to me contributes
greatly to my pleasure.

I begin the spanking. Light, quick smacks that warm rather than sting to
begin with. I have to be careful not to afford him too much pleasure,
because it is possible for a person to have an orgasm from spanking
alone. I have succeeded in bringing this about many times before for the
benefit of those who have served me well. But I must remember that right
now this is a punishment, not a reward and so I begin to increase the tempo
and weight of the slaps.

His cock squirms deliciously against my own and I feel we are in danger of
soiling each other, of having our orgasms far too soon, for the harder I
hit him the more he seems to like it and I am obliged to play safe and
bring the episode to a premature close. What a pity. But the sight of his
reddened, almost scarlet ass excites me so. I cannot hold out much longer.

I order him to go back to the original examination room, following closely
behind you, enjoying his undulating buttocks moving deliciously in front of
me. Even though I say it myself -- I have made a pretty good job of the
spanking. There appears to be hardly any area of skin that has escaped my
onslaught.

I had planned to scrutinise his anus further, and then exposing him to
other indignities and humiliations for my private pleasure - such as the
urethral sounding. But I am too hot with lust and I would so like to
experience fucking his bottom while it is in its burning state. It's such a
delightful sensation, having one's cock buried deep in the mire of fiery
flesh of a recently spanked male bottom.

We enter the original examination room and I tell him to climb onto the
couch and present his bottom to me yet again while I take my clothes
off. For the first time he is able to see my cock in all its eight and
one-half inches of erect glory - an impressive sight to the averagely
endowed man. I can tell by the light in his eyes that he follows in this
tradition.

I lube myself and climb up behind him. Then I lube him, his asshole, his
cock and balls. I take the opportunity of rolling and squeezing his balls,
just enough to give him some pain, to remind him who's in control. Not too
much, it's so important to keep pain at an enjoyable level during sex. The
head of my cock is already slick with pre-cum and I take the opportunity of
getting some on my forefinger and tasting it. It really is amazing how
sweet it is in comparison to the bitterness of full ejaculate and I must
confess a weakness for it...

I finger his asshole rudely, feel its expectant tackiness, its tough, yet
yielding, elastic ring, just crying out to be stretched and violated. I
order him to look in the full-length mirror which is situated rather
conveniently at the head of the couch. I want him to see every nuance of
changing expression as he experiences the various highs (and lows) of
having his ass fucked by a real cock for the very first time. It's pretty
obvious to me that he is prime virgin butt; his ring is so deliciously
tight and intact. How nice that I shall be the first to take that virginity
from him.

   I smooth and square his hips, lining him up for my intended assault. I
look over his shoulder and see his bright red prick, bob and twitch
momentarily in the mirror as I press and rub myself against his body,
making him aware of my own sex. Then I go down and put my face up against
his ass and starting tonguing his hole. He squirms and moans as I penetrate
him with the tip. He has a dank, musty taste - very horny. When I've
slicked him up plenty I shuffle up close behind so that my cock is pressing
stiffly against his ass cheeks.

   Oh, what exultant joy to feel flesh on flesh, skin on skin, hot cock on
nice warm virgin butt. I lean into him, running my hands up his back,
massaging and manipulating him, feeling the little ridges of vertebrae move
under my fingers as I work my way up the column of his spine, over his
shoulder blades and up to his exquisite neck.

   My hands drop to his shoulders which I begin to massage too, digging
deep into the bull-like muscle. He moans quietly under the firm, insistent
pressure. I lean forward and lick the salt-sweat that has gathered at the
back of his neck, and where his hair lies in damp, matted rat tails, all
the while gently sliding my cock up and down the slippery wet crack of his
ass. I can smell the nervousness wafting from his armpits, a faint garlic
odour, as apprehension sets in. It's a clear signal to relax him, try and
relieve the mounting tension in his muscles. I go to work in earnest,
feeling the tissue and sinew in his back soften under my fingertips. I wait
behind him for the right moment to put it in, manoeuvring my cock ever
closer to his virgin fuck-hole.

  "Will it hurt?" he asks, timidly.

  "No," I reassure him. "At first you might feel something. A slight prick
maybe (I cannot help grinning at this), but the rest will be pure
heaven. All you have to do is relax, let go, let it happen. It'll be fine,
I promise you. I'm going to take you on the magic carpet ride." I kiss the
side of his neck, bite him hard, suck his salty flesh into my mouth.

  "Oh, Jesus!" he sighs. It's barely a whimper. He is mine now... and he is
about to surrender all to me. The moment has come to take possession of his
gorgeous, tight little hole.

I'd take a guess that just at this moment he is trying to ratify the rights
and wrongs of his submission to me, searching for some intellectual,
Freudian reason for allowing himself to be treated like this.

Yet, I think it's something more basic.

Isn't it that he simply wants to feel a mature man filling his bottom with
a lovely big cock, stretching him, violating him, soiling him with his
seed? Remember... whatever device a woman may choose to pleasure a man
with, she cannot possibly possess him in the way a man can. A real cock is
something she can never give him, because by its very nature its pleasure
is unique and one that only a man - one who understands the special needs
of a special person - can give.

His body arches and I attempt to penetrate him for the first time in his
life. I tell him to take a deep breath and hold it in. Another waft of
`underarm' catches me as he squirms against me. His excitement betrays
him. But he needn't worry. I love His smell; in fact I could quite easily
eat him. Now with steady, insistent pressure I feel my cock sliding into
him. It is exquisite.



His anal tract sheathes me like a silken glove, wrapping itself around my
sliding piston, clasping, keeping me snug and warm, sucking the meat into
its greedy mouth. I feel his sphincter nip steadily at the base of my cock
before I make the outstroke. What a delightful fuck he is, and how I will
love soothing his innards with my balm when the time comes.

I frig him the final strokes to bring his journey to an end and also to
synchronise our orgasms. I feel the pulsation in his shaft as the sperm
rises from his balls and this is the moment I allow myself a similar
pleasure and inject my own tribute deep into his bowels.

I fold my hand around the end of his cock to trap the pulsing emission,
allowing the viscous liquid to pool warmly in my palm. Then, having
satisfied myself that I have milked him dry, I carefully withdraw my hand
and study the result. The pearly jism seems to swirl and dance before my
eyes as if it has a life of its own - which of course, it has.

I lift the potion to my nose, allowing the strange ammonic fragrance to
fill my nostrils. I dip my tongue into the slimy puddle, the tart tang
nipping my taste buds and for a moment I consider devouring it in
total. But this is our first meeting (I hope there will be many more) and I
still have one final challenge for him that will further prove his
willingness to serve me both now, and in the future before I let him go
home today.

Keeping myself lodged inside him, I move my hand toward his side-turned
face and notice a bead of sweat trickling down his neck. He is panting like
a beaten dog, but gradually his breathing slows and he becomes calm. I
offer the prize to his sensual lips, the result of our union, inviting him
to partake. His eyelids flutter dreamily for a moment, as if his cum were
acting like smelling salts on him, bringing him back to reality. He opens
his eyes, unsure where he is and what has happened to him. He will feel
different. Perhaps it is because I have possessed him so completely, soiled
him and left my indelible mark.

"Now, you little slut", I say to him, "I want you to prove your
subservience and dedication to me once and for all. So will you accept the
day's final challenge? Come on, taste and then swallow this delicious seed
-- I dare you!

THE END