I moved to a new state recently, so I had no choice but to get a new doctor. The waiting room was empty. My appointment was the last one today.
This chick I just started dating was being way too paranoid about having sex. She worried about me not being clean. She thought I might have something. Sure, I’ve fucked around a lot, but I’m careful. Whatever, I just needed to get a few tests, and once the doctor said I was clean, I could fuck her and move on.
When they called my name, I hurried in, eager to get it over with. The doctor looked like he should be modeling instead of working here. I was kind of jealous. I bet this chick would’ve let me fuck her already if I looked as good as this guy.
“So what do you need today? Typical checkup?” he asked.
“Just need to get tested for STDs,” I answered impatiently.
“Anything in particular?”
“The usual ones I guess. You’d know better than me,” I said.
He looked a little annoyed. I was being short with him. I guess I was more impatient than I realized.
“Have you had anything in the past?”
I shook my head, and then I noticed I was tapping my foot in impatience.
“Why don’t you relax? There’s no need to rush,” he said.
He had a deep, soothing voice, and I had to admit it helped me relax. But I still wanted to get out of there. He was fiddling with some tools at the counter while he kept talking.
“This will go much smoother if you just take a breath. In and out. Just calm down. Relax.”
He sat down in front of me. I was breathing slower. It was helping. I didn’t know why I needed to relax so much for a few tests, but I was definitely calming down.
“Don’t think about it. You were right. I do know better than you.”
“You are the doctor,” I muttered. The words were harder to get out than I expected. My mind had a hard time processing them.
“Yes, and you need to trust your doctor. You trust me, don’t you?”
I nodded. His words made so much sense.
“Good. Now, just focus on my finger as I move it back and forth.”
He kept waving it back and forth, slowly, as if it were a pendulum. He kept saying things as he did this, but I was more focused on following his finger than listening to the words. I caught a few of them. Relax. Deep. Trust.
“W-wait,” I managed to get out. “What does this have to do with getting tested?”
“Shhh. Don’t think. You trust me. Let me think for you.”
“Let you think…” I said, the words flowing out of my mouth just like his words were flowing into my mind.
Then all of the sudden, he stopped waving his finger and pointed it at me. He moved it forward and touched my forehead, and there was a purple flash of light.
When I woke up, I was naked on a table, my dick was hard, and my head felt lighter than ever. The doctor walked up to me, a grin on his face, and he began to stroke my dick.
“How are you, boy?” he asked.
“I’m great, doctor,” I said through the haze in my mind.
“Good boy. I understand you came here to get tested so you could have sex with some chick?”
“No, that doesn’t make sense. I just want to have sex with you,” I said.
Why would I want to fuck anyone else? I just wanted my doctor to fuck me.
“That’s right. There’s nobody else but me,” he said.
He leaned down and kissed me deep, our tongues writhing passionately against each other. I had never wanted someone as much as I wanted him. As his tongue nearly went down my throat, I felt his strong hands rhythmically moving up and down my cock. He went faster and faster as my precum started to drip.
“Now, boy, get up and face the wall.”
I stood and moved toward the wall, eager for what was coming.
“I’m going to prescribe you something. A fuck a day. My cock in your ass every time. You understand?”
His breath against my neck, his rock hard dick against my ass. And my virgin ass let him slip inside me. A moan of pleasure escaped me as he started to fuck me, slow. And then fast. And then we pushed into each other, and he slipped in deeper. And I slipped deeper under his control.
Just what the doctor ordered.
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