New insurance, new doctor. My wife had been bugging me to get a checkup, worried about how tired and stressed I had been. I kept telling her it’s just that we have a lot going on lately. I had changed careers, and we had both been so busy. She told me, “Honey, you are nearly forty. You shouldn’t be so run-down. Nothing seems to make you happy. You don’t… You don’t even seem interested in me. Please, if you love me, then you’ll at least get a check-up.”
The doctors had always made me nervous. The smell of sanitizing chemicals, being surrounded by sickness, it was like a testament that death is just around the corner. Still, this was the nicest medical office I had ever been in. It was a far cry from the welfare clinics and cheap emergency care I had sparingly gone to in the past. I didn’t even have to wait for hours in uncomfortable seats surrounded by snot-nosed people coughing all over me. Hell, maybe if I had always had something like this, I wouldn’t be so gun-shy about my appointments.
And the nurse was different, too. I had been so used to the overworked old women who zipped in and out without even a second glance. I hadn’t even considered someone like the raven-haired beauty that stood in front of me and tapped her pen on her clipboard.
“Mister Paige, I need to clarify some of your answers from your intake form.” She wore black lipstick, a choice I found odd for her profession. And I know this sounds ridiculous, but there was something sinister about how she stared at me from behind her glasses. It was as if she were looking into my brain and rearranging things, looking for… something.
“I’m s-sorry. Some of the family history I didn’t know, and I didn’t understand all the medical terms…”
“Why are you so nervous, Mr. Paige?” She interrupted. She spoke sharply, and I lowered my eyes. Despite her short height, I found her intimidating. And sexy. Her white skirt was short, and her shapely thighs were wrapped in white nylons. I could feel myself getting hard, though I tried to fight it out of embarrassment.
“Sorry, I just…”
“Stop being sorry, Mr. Paige. Just answer my questions. Why are you so nervous?” She sneered and tapped her pen impatiently.
“Sor… I mean… I don’t know exactly. The doctor’s office has always scared me a bit.” The nurse shook her head, bouncing her bobbed hair.
“That’s illogical. We’re here to help you, Mr. Paige. Please try to calm yourself.” I could feel my cheeks burning. “Now, are you sexually active?” The line of questioning didn’t help.
“Um, yes. M-married. For…”
“When was the last time you had intercourse?” I could feel her staring at me, but couldn’t return her gaze. I was mortified. I grew up conservatively; this wasn’t the sort of thing people talked about.
It also didn’t help that I had to think hard about the answer. “A month, I think.”
She sighed, her agitation dripping from her smoky voice. “You think?”
“M-maybe two.”
“Oh my.” She jotted the information down. “With your wife?”
I was taken aback. Angry even. “Yes!”
“Don’t you snap at me!” Her sharp tone quickly extinguished my anger. She adjusted her glasses and went back to her professional demeanor. “Now, with your wife?”
“Yes.” Fuck, I didn’t want to be here.
“Are you gay?”
I stood with my mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish. Was this a standard question? What did it have to do with anything? I probably would have been upset again if I weren’t afraid of her.
“Mr. Paige,” the nurse asked again, “Are you gay?”
“I… I haven’t slept with any men.”
“Is that what I said?” She popped an eyebrow and allowed me to flounder before continuing. “No. I asked if you slept with any men. I asked if you are gay.”
Fuck. What do I say? Maybe? It was an attraction I had only ever spoken to my wife about. Something I would never dare let slip in mixed company. Did the nurse suspect? How could she know? And if she did, what else could she tell? Did she know about how I tried on my wife’s clothes? Did she know about the men I talked to online? I started to panic.
“I hate repeating myself, Mr. Paige. We have many patients, and I don’t appreciate…”
“Bi!” I blurted out. I couldn’t believe I had actually admitted it. “B-bisexual.” She nodded, and I saw her pen dancing and marking up my chart. “You… you won’t tell anyone, right? Like, Doctor-patient confidentiality?”
“I’m not the Doctor, I’m the Nurse.” She brought the pen to her black lips and nibbled on it as she scanned her chart. “But anything that happens in this room stays in this room, Mr. Paige. You have nothing to worry about.” Her answer was formal, like reading from a form. Honestly, it was the closest she had been to comforting. “Have you ever had a prostate exam?”
The question made one set of cheeks blush and the other clench. I shook my head, far too mortified at this point to say anything else.
She made a few more notes before reaching into a drawer. She produced a thin, green paper gown. “One will need to be performed. Please change into this and only this.” What did she mean by ‘only this’? The back was open, she didn’t really mean ONLY this, right? “The doctor will be with you soon.”
As soon as the door closed behind her, I found myself hyperventilating. What the fuck was that? Were those questions really appropriate? I nervously paced, trying hard to control my breathing. I had half a mind to leave, or maybe complain to the doctor?
With shaking hands, I unlatched my belt and let my pants slide to the floor. I kept on my boxers and socks. I was shivering as I took off my shirt. The little medical gown did little to warm me. Mercifully, I didn’t need to wait long for the nurse to return.
She looked me up and down before tutting. “Mr. Paige, I said only the gown.”
“Really? Why would…”
“Do you expect the doctor to examine your prostate through your underwear?”
“But I…”
“And your socks are a slipping hazard. I said everything but the gown, Mr. Paige. And I meant it. Now!” She crossed her arms and watched me expectantly.
“A-are you going to step out?”
“The Doctor is almost here. There would be no point. Now, do you need assistance in removing your underwear?”
I froze. I knew this wasn’t right, that no nurse would ever make such a demand or refuse to leave while I was changing. I should have objected, put on my clothes, and stormed out! Called… someone. Whoever you report this sort of thing to. But my mind was clouded by her last question. “A-assistance?”
“Very well, you only needed to ask.” She walked toward me, and without thinking I had backed against the wall. Pressed against the cool plaster. I trembled as she knelt down and pulled off one sock. Then the other. “You didn’t mention any back pain. Do you have trouble bending over?”
“N-no,” I squeaked as I felt her hands climbing up my legs as she reached under my gown. She dragged her nails along the side of my thighs as she stared upward with her dark eyes.
“Oh! Do you just prefer someone else taking them off, then? Does your wife do this for you at home?” Her question was clinical, so matter-of-factly that I could almost believe she did this all the time. Did she?
I couldn’t respond. Her fingertips slid down the spandex lining around my waist. I pushed my back into the wall as I felt her tugging them slowly down my legs. And to my horror, my hard dick had created a very obvious tent. There was a dark, wet spot on the gown where the cum dribbling from the head was soaking into the paper. “Sorry,” I whispered.
“I told you to stop apologizing. It’s irrational to feel embarrassed by your body, Mr. Paige. You think I haven’t seen a penis before in my line of work?” She moved her face closer to my hips. Through the paper, I could feel the heat from her breath when she spoke. “My question, Mr. Paige, was if your wife undresses you at home?”
“No,” I said, unable to take my eyes off her. Unable to stop imagining her black lips wrapping around my cock.
“So, then it’s just nurses you let undress you?” She leaned further in, and I watched as her bottom lip scraped upward against my erection, leaving a line of black lipstick underneath the growing sticky blotch. “Or is it just me?”
Suddenly, the door opened. I jumped and yelped. The Doctor walked in, glancing up from the chart in his hand and seeing his nurse slipping my underwear off me. Completely unfazed, he went back to looking over the chart. “Is the patient ready to see me, Nurse Chastity?”
Chastity?
“Yes, Doctor Hammer.” She rose up, giving me a strange grin as she sauntered towards the Doctor.
He was an older man, mid-fifties or possibly even into his sixties. And he was large, with broad shoulders and a solid build. He was easily a head taller than I was. He had short salt and peppered hair and beard. His hands seemed to make the clipboard in his hands seem so tiny. “Mr. Paige?”
“Y-yes?”
“Medical professionals make him nervous, Doctor.” Nurse Chastity pointed to the chart, and he nodded. I blushed as he looked me up and down. Part of me was suddenly giddy about his attention; it occurred to me that his authoritative handsomeness made my knees feel weak.
“Well, hopefully we can show him there’s no reason at all to be scared of doctors.” His lips spread into a wide smile. There was something very paternal about him, despite his large frame I found him much more comforting than the Nurse. “So, I see here you are dealing with some chronic problems. Sleeplessness, anxiety, depression. Is that right?”
The nurse began washing her hands before slipping on a pair of blue latex gloves. My eyes darted between her and the doctor. “Um, well, I suppose so. But doesn’t everyone deal with that?”
Nurse Chastity giggled as she began placing several items onto a metal tray. “Mr. Paige, pain should never be written off as normal. People shouldn’t just learn to be unhappy. Doctor Hammer is an expert on treating afflictions such as yours.”
“Such as mine?” I stared at the tray. There was a large set of plastic gloves laid out, a large jar of ‘Medical Lubricant’, and a little envelope.
“Male-onset hysteria, Mr. Paige.” It was his turn to wash his hands, the room filling with the scent of industrial-grade soap.
“Hysteria? Isn’t that… you know… something women get?”
Dr. Hammer chuckled under his breath as he dried his hands and then held them out while Nurse Chastity pulled the gloves on. “Mr. Paige, your information is sadly from a very backwards time. Do you know what the ‘hysteria’ that affects women is? Suffering, sadness, stress! A vast sense of feeling unfulfilled, unseen. It isn’t a problem of the body, but of the environment. Nurse, would you please prepare him for the prostate exam?”
I felt myself curling into a tight ball at the thought of the Doctor’s stubby finger being inserted into my rectum. Honestly, I thought I was too young to need this sort of test. Nurse Chastity picked up on that right away, placing her hand on my shoulders and starting to rub them. “Relax, Mr. Paige. The more nervous you are, the more discomfort you’ll feel.” She pressed her soft tits against my back and cooed into my ear. “Bend over the table and spread your legs, Sir.”
I knew this wasn’t right. My first real hint was when Nurse Chastity opened the jar of lube and dipped her fingers inside. She also winked at me and blew me a kiss. Then there was the way she purred as she ran her fingers over my asshole, covering my behind in a slimy film and pushing the tip of her finger harder and harder into my anus until I felt it pierce me. “Ow!”
“So tight! Mr. Paige, you really must relax.” She ran one gloved hand up the back of my thigh. “So smooth, you must shave yourself. Who is that for, I wonder? Was that just for the doctor? Or does your wife like it when you look like a twink?” She burrowed her finger in a circular motion; every millimeter felt like a fire burning from my behind.
“Mr. Paige, this is a medical office. Would you please try and control the volume of your voice?” Doctor Hammer held his clean, gloved hands in front of him. Until he had pointed it out, I didn’t realize I was groaning so loud. I could see a bulge growing in his pants as the nurse slowly began to loosen me, her fingertip penetrating me over and over.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
“The patient is prepped, Doctor.” She leaned over me, her body flush against mine as she whispered in my ear, “If you’re a brave boy, I’ll give you a lollipop after you’re done.” She wiped her hands on the paper gown along my shoulders before turning her attention to the Doctor. I watched, my body paralyzed with confusion and intrigue as she began to loosen his belt.
“I-i-it won’t fit!” I didn’t even think as my mouth sputtered when she pulled his cock from his pants. It wasn’t the length. Honestly, I was probably longer than the good Doctor. No, it was the girth, thicker than I had ever seen in real life. He chuckled at me as Nurse Chastity cupped and fondled his hairy testicles underneath the glistening chode.
The Nurse reached for the small envelope and ripped it open, taking out a condom and looking lovingly up at the Doctor. “Mr. Paige! You would be amazed at the resilience of the human body. And how… accommodating it can be.” She slowly rolled the condom down his stubby shaft before lifting herself on her tiptoes and kissing the Doctor on his cheek. “I didn’t think it would fit the first time I received Dr. Hammer’s treatment.”
She held onto his cock, leading him by the fat head as they both approached me from behind. I didn’t know where to look, what to do. Nurse Chastity guided his mushroom to my anus and lightly brushed my tight hole with it. Scared, I tried to stand up. Doctor Hammer’s strong hand grabbed me by the side of the head and pushed my face down hard into the padded table. “You need this treatment, Mr. Paige. Don’t you?”
I whined as the Nurse continued to tease my hole with his cock. My hands gripped the sides of the table, and my fingernails dug into the underside.
“Don’t you, Mr. Paige?” The Nurse lifted her foot from her shoe, running her nylon-covered foot up and down my leg.
I tried to say something, a protest maybe? But it only came out as a squeak. I squeezed my eyes tight, realizing how painfully hard my cock was as it bounced under me.
And I nodded.
I will forever be humiliated at the sound that came out of my mouth when Dr. Hammer’s stubby cock pushed into my ass. Somewhere between a cry, a gasp, and a scream, like a long and violent hiccup. I wasn’t prepared for the sensation of being sodomized, and it felt like the air was being forced out of my lungs as he leaned his weight in and let gravity do the work as he slipped deeper. I had played with my ass before, using my wife’s pink little dildo when she wasn’t home. It was nothing like this.
The first thing that struck me was the pleasant warmth of a flesh-and-blood cock compared to a rubber facsimile. Then there was the texture. Even with the condom that stretched around it, I could feel the softness of skin moving over the organ, the tickle on my taint from the hairs on his balls. Then there was the painful fullness of being stretched. The noise, the sheepish braying that poured from my lips, wouldn’t stop. He put his other hand on my hip and grunted as I felt his hips pushing against my ass and jamming himself balls deep. Then he went still. I sucked in air and panted between my cries.
Nurse Chastity walked around the table as he held me still. Bending over and looking me dead in the eyes, her face mere inches from mine as she grinned, her gloved hand brushed a stray tussle of red hair from my eye. “He’s ready, Doctor. I’ll begin the evaluation.”
Doctor Hammer pulled his hips back, a wondrous sensation of pulling inside my tight asshole and leaving me with a hollow sensation. It didn’t last long. He slammed his cock back hard inside me, causing my legs to kick into the air. The Nurse was ready, pushing her gloved hand over my mouth and muffling the scream. She adjusted her glasses, her dark eyes meeting mine.
She watched as he fucked me, a slow pull and a violent slam in a steady rhythm. “Harder, Doctor. I can see it on his face; he craves the feeling of being dominated. He needs it.”
Doctor Hammer’s cock felt like it swelled thicker in my ass as the hand on my head gripped hard. The latex cruelly made the way he pulled my hair all the more painful as I could feel follicles ripped from my scalp. Doctor Hammer panted as he growled to me, “Too much pressure in your life, Mr. Paige? Too many responsibilities, do you always have to ‘be the man’ around your wife? Let it go, Mr. Paige. Enjoy releasing the control you are burdened with.”
“Harder, Doctor Hammer! Oh, you don’t need to hold back on this one. I’ve never seen a patient who needed it more.” Nurse Chastity was panting in excitement. Her hand cupped my mouth as her other slipped down to the hem of her skirt. She knelt, getting her face closer to mine. I couldn’t see her fingering her pussy, but I could smell the sex in the air and see the telltale twitches of pleasure on her face. “Harder!”
Doctor Hammer’s large hand raised from my hip. He smacked the side of my ass, quickly backhanding the other cheek. The pain was surprisingly welcomed as he peppered my ass with hit after hit. I realized my feet were growing sticky. Cum was shooting out of my cock in spurts as he fucked me. And the sensation growing wasn’t like when I came in my wife. He was fucking an orgasm into me, spittle spraying me in my face as Nurse Chastity began panting and moaning excitedly.
“Verbal…” She caught her breath, her arm slowing as her black lips spread open and her white teeth shone in her large smile. “Verbal stimulation, Doctor Hammer. He’s so close, but needs more. Close. So… so close.”
Doctor Hammer’s strong arm flexed as I felt like my hair was going to be pulled from my head. He spanked me again as my back painfully arched. “You little bitch! Is this what you needed, fucked raw by a real man?”
I realized tears were falling down my cheeks. My dick bounced wildly underneath me, his words coaxing my mind into a mush, turning my shame somehow into pleasure. I could feel my own cum spattering my legs.
“You’re my little cum dump!” The room started to spin. Nurse Chastity’s face seemed to glow as I felt a dizzy bliss washing over my body.
“That’s it, Doctor! Again!” I barely felt human, more like a thing with the way he fucked me. Everything except my cock had gone limp as the large bear of a man sweat onto my back.
“My cum dump! That’s what you’re good for, a filthy little boy to empty my balls in!”
Nurse Chastity leaned in, lifting her hand from my mouth. I could hear the squelching as she played with her pussy. Her moans mingled with mine and filled the room until she pressed her glossy black lips against my mouth.
Her dark eyes had grown wide, reminding me of a shark’s as it went in for the kill. Then a kiss, such a soft kiss. “Cum, Mr. Paige.”
My eyes rolled back, and the pleasure rippled through me. I never knew it could hurt, cumming that hard, that my own semen could feel so hot as it was forced out of me. Doctor Hammer kept fucking me, unrelenting as I whimpered and covered the side of his table and floor with cum.
Nurse Chastity climaxed as well. Her high-pitched squeals of delight as she rubbed her thighs together around her hand and moaned. “Good boy, such a good boy.” The Doctor released my hair, and she stroked my head, petting me as his fat cock began to slow to a steady rock. “That’s it, breathe. This is what you needed, Mr. Paige. Isn’t it?” Only when I was drained, when my cock’s spasms ceased yielding any more of my seed, did the Doctor step back.
I could feel my asshole open and twitching. Trying to hug the cock that was no longer there. I slid to the ground as Nurse Chastity attended the Doctor, taking off his gloves. She slid the condom off his half-limp, glistening dick. It hung heavy as she lifted his full condom into the air, his own cum swinging as she presented it to him, then me. “You were so brave, Mr. Paige. Now you just need to take your medicine.”
She put her finger on the bottom of my lip and tugged it downward. Doctor Hammer had pulled his pants up and was washing his hands. “Schedule him for a follow-up next month, Nurse.” Her eyes sparkled in delight, and the last sobbing gasps began to subside as a serene calm overtook me.
“Yes, Doctor Hammer. I’ll meet you for lunch after I’m done with the patient.” She brought the back of the condom to my mouth, then pinched the tip of it and tipped it back. Doctor Hammer’s was lukewarm by the time it began pouring into my mouth. She squeezed the condom from the tip, making sure to wring every drop out into my gaping mouth. “Isn’t he such a good Doctor? He gave me my first treatment in High School. It’s why I became a nurse.”
After I had finished swallowing, Nurse Chastity beamed proudly and dried the tears from my face with a small towel. And then, another soft kiss from her dark, tacky lips. She went to a cabinet and opened it up, then handed me a small purple sucker. “Good boy.”
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“Good girl!” My wife finished swallowing my load as she looked up at me. Cum glistened on her chin. She was over the moon, not even the slightest bit of protest when I had pushed her down to her knees and made her suck her pussy juices from my dick.
“Fuck baby, it’s been so long since you’ve fucked me like that!” I had never felt so relaxed. After I left Doctor Hammer’s office, it felt like a gigantic weight was taken off my chest. Work had gone great, everything seemed so much better, and I walked with a bounce in my step.
And when I got home, the sight of my pretty wife in her tight apron had made me absurdly horny. Our dinner burned in the oven while I was fucking her on the dining room table. She didn’t seem to mind, finding my dick far more filling than the roast chicken. “Go and shower,” I commanded her. “I’ll order us some takeout. Then I’ll join you. I’m not done with you tonight. Not by a long shot!”
“Oh!” She blushed. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it!” She smirked as she stood up and wiped her chin with the apron, the only piece of clothing I allowed her to keep on.
“Just feeling good today.” Fuck, her ass looked good as she began to walk up the steps. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I was even going to let her get to the shower. Doctor Hammer’s treatment had felt like it tore down a dam of frustration inside me, releasing a wave of lust that coursed through my veins.
“Oh, by the way. You got your checkup? Everything was fine?” She beamed at me as she began to untie the apron and used it to clean the mess from between her legs.
“Yeah, just peachy. Healthy as an ox.” I must have been smiling like an idiot, but she didn’t notice.
“And the Doctor, were they nice?”
I was starting to get nervous with her questions. I wasn’t about to divulge the details of my visit. “Yeah, he’s the best Doctor I’ve ever had. Why?”
“Oh, I have my appointment tomorrow morning. You’re looking better than you have in years. Hopefully, I’ll be getting whatever medicine he gave you!”
