7 comments/ 48071 views/ 6 favorites The Cucumber By: JackFlash1959 An early story of mine. A true story ghost written by me about my wife! Positive feeback, as always, is welcome and appreciated. ********** It was a Saturday afternoon and John was after me again. John gets this look in his eye and I know that he wants me. After a few caresses of my breast, the bulge in his pants is unavoidable. We've discussed this many times, I just don't have to have sex every night. Not every carress has to turn into a passionate, steamy, love session. Saturday afternoon, was no different. He was horny and I was OK with it. Since I had a lot to do before going out for the evening, I took him to the bedroom and mounted him. John must have sensed that this was just a quickie to take care of him. Quickies like this were originally intended to just keep him happy and keep his eyes on me and no one else! In the beginning of our marriage, we made long passionate love, 2 or 3 times a week. To make sure his horniness didn't cause him to stray, I gave him these little quickies another 2 or 3 times a week. Recently, the long intimate love making had fallen off to 2 times a month and I was the one getting horny! But then again, I did have a lot to do before we went out to a dinner and a movie, so he climaxed and I quickly got dressed and headed out to the grocery store to get the food for our Sunday dinner. The store was fairly empty and I went about my business of picking out the few things we needed for Sunday dinner. I picked over the steak and found two nice pieces. The wetness from John's come dribbled along my thigh and it made me remember that I had been horny and unsatisfied. I went down my list and checked off the items and ended up in the vegetable area. The tomatoes were nice and ripe, but the lettuce was somewhat rotten and the cucumbers were small and soft. The usual stock boy was there and noticed my look of dissapointment. I asked for larger, firmer cucumbers and some decent lettuce and off he trotted to the back room. Upon returning, I took notice that this "stock boy" had grown up over the summer and was no longer a "stock boy", but a "stock man". Carrying the crates, his young forearms flexed and I realized that he actually towered over me! "What happened to you over the summer?", I said with a smile. He look down at me, and didn't get it at all. "I mean, you've gotten so big, so quickly". "Oh", he replied. "I've grown 9 inches this summer and bulked up for football." He had a youthful smile and I took the moment to drink in exactly how he had "bulke up"!! I noticed that he was embarrassed and then I saw why. I had turned him on! Poor boy, had a growing errection that would not go unnoticed! It was big and getting bigger the more he tried to hide it. Quickly, he picked up an old crate, made and excuse, and hurried to the stock room area where the rest rooms are. I felt bad and delighted at the same time. I walked my carriage back to the rest rooms where I thought he went. As I did, I thought how nice it was to have someone get horny over me. I felt another small amount of fluid escape my vagina and the heat was building up. I reached the restroom and noticed that the old beat up rest room door was closed and locked. He must have been in there. As I turned to go, I heard a mumble from inside. With no one around, I peeked through a crack in the door. I could see his back to me, but then, I could also see the mirror. He had his pants down around his thighs and there, in his hand, was his cock. I gasped at it's size. His large hand wrapped around it and gently pulled the skin back and forth. It was so much bigger than any I had ever seen before, I just stared for a moment. I took a deep breath, grabbed my cart and headed back toward the vegetables. I had to get out of there as the juices were flowing from my vagina like a river out of control, so were my thoughts. I tried to think about the price of milk or how small the heads of letter were. . . but then the vision of that cock came back. So much bigger than John's cock, but shaped very much the same. A large purplish head with veins protruding down the sides. Even his large hand couldn't completely wrap around it, imagine my hand on something that size! Imagine sliding down on it! It would split me in two! Just how big was it? Could I take something like that inside me? Again, I fought the urges, but again my thoughts interupted me . . . it was both longer and thicker than John and John was not exactly small - just average. I tossed a head of lettuce in the basket and then looked at the cucumbers and there it was. A cucumber, that was long and thick like the stock boy's cock. It was the only one of it's size and particular shape. I reached down and picked it up. It was heavy in my hand and my fingers gripped the thickness. Yes, this was the same size and pretty much the same shape. I decided to buy it as well as some others. At least this way, my curiosity of the boy's size would be satisfied by a simple measurement when I got home. When I arrived home, I was calm again and we quickly unloaded the car and John put away the groceries as I got dressed and we went to the movie. The next day was a holiday and John and I flirted with each other all morning. It was something I rarely do as he gets so horny so easily and I don't want him chasing me around all the time. This time was different, I was horny too. I put on the steaks and began to make the salad. There it was; the other cucumber that was shaped like the stock boy’s cock. The cucumber brought back visions of the stock boy and his large cock. Suddenly, I was soaked between my legs. I took John into the living room and took off his shirt, then his pants and finally his underwear. His cock stood at attention and I began to suck it as he stood there. I love to suck his cock. The feel, the smells and the taste just get me super wet. I brought the head onto my tongue and licked the underside where it is so sensitive. John pulled out of my mouth and mounted me. With a swish, he was quickly all the way in me. It felt good, but just before I climaxed, he pulled out and lay next to me. "What's the matter, honey?" he asked. "What do you mean?" I replied. "You seem distant" "I was just getting into it when you stopped" I said. "I'm sorry" he said. "Still, something's up. What's going on?" I looked at his cock. I'd never seen it deflate when he hadn't come. This was new. It was going limp right before my eyes. "Honey" I said, "Sometimes, I just want to suck you." My thoughts drifted to the cucumber and that massive cock. I thought how great it would be to try and slide that big dick inside of me. It was too big to suck, but just imagine how it would fill up my vagina. "I love to have you suck me, I just wanted to make you happy" of course, John was still on the previous conversation. "I'm glad you want to make me happy" I said quietly and touched his chest hair. "Let's try something different, just for a change. In the kitchen, there is a cucumber on the counter. Let's pretend that you and your buddy want to get laid" I said with a wink. I was surprised at how quickly he returned with the large green vegetable. I took it from him and looked him straight in the eye and began to lick his cock’s head area. John's cock thickened immediately. I sat up and lifted my knees toward my chest opening my cunt lips as wide as possible. I positioned the cucumber at my cunt lips and rubbed it back and forth very slowly. My juices ran down my crack and across my asshole and that was a great sensation. John was watching me and I realized that he had never seen me masturbate since I rarely ever had to. I held the cucumber with two hands and eased the head of the cuke slowly passed my lips. It was thick, very, very thick. I closed my eyes and firmly pushed it in only about 1/2 inch and I felt stretched. I gently eased it out, and then slowly pushed again. This time, it went in about 3 or 4 inches and I thought I would pass out. I little cry escaped my throat. Removing the pressure for a moment I eased it back, I then shoved it deeper again. Now, half the cuke was in, but clearly it was as deep as John had ever penetrated. I opened my eyes to see my husband watching with great fascination. He was stroking his cock and the precum was covering his cock head. I again closed my eyes and focused on the cuke and began to work it deeper until I was completely filled. I slowly worked it in and out starting with a nice rhythm. The tingles started in my toes and I begged John to put his cock in my mouth. I sucked it hard with loud slurping sounds. I was losing control. With my left hand forcing John's cock into my mouth, my right hand drove the cucumber at a steady pace in and out of my vagina. I fantasized that the stock boy was driving that big cock hard within me. The juices flowed out of my vagina and tickled my anus. My clit was being rubbed and pulled each time the cucumber drove into me. The cock in my mouth was bigger than I had ever felt it. Each stroke of the cucumber reduced my level of control over my body as the tingles continued in my toes and rapidly moved up the back of my legs. When the tingles reached my spine, my whole being convulsed in a blast of a climax, like none I had ever had. John pulled from my mouth and squirted all over my chest and stomach. I lay on my back with my chest heaving and covered with cum. Both John and I were exhausted. Reality began to creep in. John sat up and kissed me deep and long, "Thank you that was spectacular", he said. "No, Thank you!" I smiled. "I think we should go out for dinner" he replied. "Why?" "Because the steaks are burning!" The Cucumber I woke up, groggy, foggy, tired after only a couple hours of sleep. I turned to look at the clock and my arm caught, snapping my eyes wide open. There was a moment of instant panic, adrenaline-fueled wakefulness where I froze and then bucked against the restraints. I had lost both wrists, both ankles, and was tied on my belly to the four-poster with something mercifully soft. A part of my brain tried to figure out if it was jersey cotton, silk, or something else. Another part of me was screaming Out, out, out! How did I manage to get tied up without waking up? Almost as if to answer my question, I heard his voice come from the only chair in the room. "You're a heavy sleeper, lucky for me." There was dark amusement in his voice, and I twisted in the hopes that I could see him. No dice. "Andy, seriously, this isn't funny." I twisted the other way and tried to sit up, but there was no slack in the restraints. "Funny?" his disembodied voice chuckled. "I didn't mean for this to be funny, Kelly. You told me you craved me, that you wanted me to do as I wished with you, that you were truly mine. I'm merely doing that." My mouth went dry and I stopped struggling. Shit. "You did want that, correct?" His voice was teasing in tone, but there was a hardness underlying it. Would I obey him like I'd promised, or no? "Yes, Andy." "So, in effect, I'm being very generous to you, aren't I?" I hesitated, trying to find a way out. His voice lashed out at me. "Arent' I?" "Yes, Andy." "You haven't thanked me..." I felt him toying with the ring he'd placed on my foot, the collar, the physical mark of my submission to him. "Thank you, Andy," I said quickly. I felt his mouth close over the ring on my toe and my body vibrated once, hard. I cried out quietly as he murmured against my feet. "You always forget to thank me. You serve me well and enthusiastically, but I find your gratitude..." he slid my toe back in to scrape his teeth over the ring "... wanting." "I'm sorry," I gasped, and he bit my toe, making me cry out louder. "I'm sorry..." "Andy, I'm sorry, Andy." He licked a wet line from my ring to my big toe, making me shiver. "You make this much more difficult than it has to be." I tried to turn to see him, but he rose up and used my hair to keep me from turning in his direction. I felt his breath along my shoulders and back until he moved my hair to press his mouth along my neck, nipping lightly. "No marking!" I gasped, wriggling impotently under him. He slapped my ass, hard enough for me to know it would leave at least a short-term mark. Shit. I felt the bed move as he climbed off, and then again as he got back on. A piece of fabric filled my mouth and was tied behind my head, tight. I tried to speak, but it was muffled and unintelligible. His breath was hot on my ear as he hissed into it. "I'm tired of you disappointing me with your inability to remember the simple niceties of respect, so you have lost the privilege of talking. If that is clear, nod your head." I nodded, staring at him less than an inch from my face. He was controlled, but under that control was such darkness. My eyes widened. "Good girl. Oh..." he chuckled darkly, a smile blossoming on his face, "... I do love that terrified little look you give me. It's almost worth putting up with the disrespect." He tugged on my hair to expose my neck, long and pale. "Mmm..." He lowered his mouth to my neck and I writhed under his tongue. "This neck is mine." His mouth trailed lower, the wetness sending shivers down to my core. "This shoulder is mine." He nipped, lightly again, and I made a sound of protest behind my gag, followed by another chuckle from him. "This back is mine." My sound of protest turned into a low moan and I stilled under him. "This ass is mine..." his mouth lapped across it and then bit, hard. I yelled under my gag, twisting to stare at him frantically. That's against the rules! my mind screamed. No marking! I came out of my head to hear him laugh aloud. "I've been thinking about this rule we have over no marking..." I stilled, my heart sinking to the pit of my stomach. "I know you want to mean no disrespect to your husband, but you won't be seeing him for a few days and frankly - it's not my problem what clothing you decide to take off when you're with him. I trust you to be discreet enough to not make it come to his attention where I'll be marking you." I shook my head frantically, struggling against the ties that bound me to the bed. "We'll get to that later, though. Right now, I have other plans to get you ready." My hair obscured my face as I desperately tried to see what he was doing. He came back into view, his hands suspiciously empty. He sat down on the bed right between where my legs were tied and ran a hand lazily along my sides, alternating his fingers and fingernails. "You serve me very willingly and I'm thankful for that, but I think you sometimes forget that your body is mine. There are no boundaries like 'no marking' on something that belongs to me." His hand snaked under me to pinch my nipples so hard that I cried out. His hand came back down and slid over my back to knead the muscles of my ass. "I'm tired of following others' boundaries." He leaned in to my ear, his hand traveling lower to play in the wetness that was soaking the bed beneath me. I began to moan. "I'm tired of playing carefully with my favorite toy. I want... to... break... you..." His wet finger plunged into my ass and I screamed against the gag. It was only one finger, but the sudden thrust made me clench around him tightly. When I calmed down, he began slowly working that finger in and out, making my moans settle lower as he caught an almost lazy rhythm as he spoke. "I've been cautious in claiming your body as mine, but now you wear my collar and I feel like I've barely been able to taste you. So I'll taste you tonight." He slipped a finger into my pussy and my moans picked up in pitch. "Just me and my toy tonight... and you won't interrupt us any more, will you?" It took me a moment to realize he was talking to me and I shook my head. "Good girl," he said with a smile. "You know I know exactly what you can take and what's too much." I nodded. His smile got bigger and he picked up the pace with his fingers, pushing and pulling them in and out of me. I lost myself in the sensation and the time he took, exploring angles, exploring speeds, listening and watching me as I reacted. I was hot and sweating and wondering when oh when he would let me touch him, when he would take me like I wanted him to. I whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of me and came to sit where my arm was tied to the bed. "Good girl," he said. "Was that good?" I nodded. "Good. It's about to get more intense, ok?" My eyes widened. "Yes, that's the look I want." He smiled, patting me on the cheek. He reached for something, and when he showed me his dick, I knew he could see the sparkle of pleasure in my eyes. "Mmm... yes... we'll play with this for a bit, I think." I wriggled and nodded. He left to position himself where he could lift my belly off the bed and thrust into me. I let out a low moan and felt the gag loosen around the back of my head. His voice was strained as he thrust in and out of me roughly and I spat out the gag. "I'm letting you out of this under one condition. You are not to speak at all unless I command you to. Otherwise, the only words I will allow are words..." he thrust hard and I cried out, "... of pleasure. Understood?" I nodded, biting my lip. "You may respond correctly." "Yes, Andy," I cried. He grabbed my hair and jerked my head back, using it to guide me onto him. "Good girl. Now bark." "Woof woof!" I cried, my cheeks burning. "Again," he said, punctuating each bark with a thrust. "Woof woof!" "Keep going until I tell you to stop." "Woof woof, woof woof," he fucked me hard, his thrusts increasing in a frenzy until I was making nearly unintelligible sobs, nothing like barking any more. He dropped my hair so I could breathe better, and my body started getting used to his thrusting, getting looser and wetter. "Mmm... good girl. You can stop now." He slowed down, putting both hands on my hips to deepen his thrusts. "You're such a good dog..." My face flushed red and he must have seen it because he laughed. "Go ahead and say it. I know you want to." "I'm not a dog, Andy." I said obediently. He laughed again. "You're a woman. I can see that, actually." He casually slapped my ass as he pulled out of me. "But you bark so convincingly." I blushed again. He came around to where I could see him, and he had something in his hand that made me give him a look of fear. That lovely smile split his face again. "Yes... You may speak. Tell me what this is, Kelly." I had to clear my throat twice before I could speak. "Cucumber." His eyes sharpened. "Cucumber..." "Andy. It's a cucumber, Andy." I couldn't take my eyes off the thing. It was large and round on one end, and the other was slightly smaller and shriveled. I recognized it from my refrigerator, but I never would have imagined he would get a hold of it. "Correct. Do you know what I'm going to do with this cucumber?" I shook my head. "You told me you want to get taken by two men at the same time, but I'm not ready to share you. So right now... we'll use this to simulate." My eyes went wide and his sparkled with glee. "I remember everything you say..." he warned, and I swallowed hard. He crouched over me to tap his dick against my face. "Open up and get me nice and wet. You're going to want to make sure I'm lubed up for this." I started to lick and suck and he made happy purring sounds as I tried to get him as wet as I could. My ass clenched in anticipation and my mind was spinning. I'm not letting him fuck me with a cucumber. That's demoralizing. How can I get him to just fuck me normally? "Andy..." I said, looking up to see his head thrown back in pleasure as I licked him like candy, "I have a pencil vibe that would work really well if you want to fuck my ass while you fuck me." He looked me in the eyes, focusing. "Do you now?" I nodded. "Where is it?" I jerked my head to indicate the top drawer of my dresser and he went to get it, turning it on and off. He left it on and placed it on my clit, making me writhe. "Is that the right spot?" I moaned to show him it was. "Good." I felt him press on the vibrator and when he lifted his hand, I realized he had taped it in position on my clit. I began to protest, but he came back up and shoved his dick far down my throat. "Oh you didn't think you'd be able to disobey me and distract me, did you?" I choked and the tears ran down my face as he pounded himself in and out of my mouth. "I told you not to speak out of turn, so you don't get to speak. Now, where was I?" He suddenly dropped my head onto the bed and I gasped for air, sputtering. I felt him round the bed and slide something bumpy across my opening and I moaned. He pushed the cucumber into me until it stopped, and tsked. "That was not as wide as I'd hoped you would go for me." He sighed dramatically. "Guess we'll have to work it in." He began to slide the cucumber in and out of me, slowly at first and then roughly. Each time, I could feel it stretch me, and I heard his enthusiasm in the sounds he was making as he stroked himself in time with each of his thrusts. "Good girl..." he sighed, and I felt him shift above me, placing a pillow under my hips. "Now I'm going to christen the only hole of yours I haven't christened." I let out a soft wail as the vibrator buzzed underneath me, growing in intensity. He rubbed against my ass, making me freeze and clench. "Oh, and Kelly?" He paused. "You may answer." "Yes, Andy?" My voice squeaked, and I hated it in that moment. I can't believe you're letting him do this... "You do not have my permission to come." I wailed, and he chose that moment to push himself into my ass, slowly working his width and length into me, push by push. I clenched around him and he threw his head back. "God, you're so tight and you keep getting tighter." He reached around to push the cucumber in and gave that last thrust to be fully sheathed in me. I screamed. "Yes..." He began to thrust, and with the cucumber in me and the vibrator buzzing away on my clit, I lost myself in a long, wailing scream. He laughed joyously, a sound of delight I only heard from him during sex, and thrusted longer and harder. My breath was coming in sobs and my tied hands gripped impotently at the sheets. The orgasm had been building, but now I frantically shifted my hips to try to stave it off. "Do you want to come?" He grunted. "Yes..." He thrusted hard and I screamed. "YES, Andy! Pleeeeease!" It had built past that point where I could control it. "Oh god please please please..." I let out another wail as he laughed. "You like getting fucked in the ass?" "Yes, Andy..." It was building harder and faster. "You like getting fucked by a cucumber while I fuck you in the ass?" His voice was labored and joyful at the same time. "Yeeeess, Andy!" "Bark." His thrusts became uneven as he lost himself. "Come and bark." "Woof woof woof woof..." I barked and came over and over, and as I clenched my ass with the orgasm, he came, and it became one long, drawn-out scream for the both of us. The Cucumber Mishap Note: This story is more humorous than erotic, but I'm sure someone will find it appealing. *** I hadn't been laid in 3 years. Sounds insane? Not really. It's easy enough to find sex as a younger gay man, but when your hairline starts to recede, and you pile on the pounds, the well starts to dry up. Being far below average in the looks department doesn't help, neither does being socially awkward and broke. I relied on memories of the past to keep me amused during my daily ritual of self abuse, then turned to porn when the novelty wore off. Becoming more and more desperate my tastes became more extreme, often things I never had any interest in trying. Bukkake, watersports, scat, torture, incest, you name it. Eventually the porn became useless. With no other options, I started trawling the internet for sex, but the guys I received replies from were below even my newly lowered standards, and the things they wanted to do to me were just bizarre. One night, as I was jerking off and fingering my ass, trying in vain to get off, my thoughts wandered from the erotic to the mundane. I began to think about work, what needed to be done around the house, what to have for lunch tomorrow. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. I ran to the refrigerator and grabbed a cucumber. It was about 6 inches long, 2 inches wide and covered in little bumps. Returning to my previous position, I resumed masturbating, this time with the cucumber instead of my finger. I was surprised how easily it slid into my lubed up ass, considering how long since I'd last been fucked. This felt much better than a finger. If I closed my eyes I could almost pretend it was a dick. The little bumps provided added stimulation. With this sensation, I was able to get off. I didn't even need porn, I just imagined I was being fucked and I was able to cum. My orgasm was more intense than it had been in a long time. Feeling satisfied, I began to drift off to sleep... suddenly I was jolted awake by an unwelcome realization. The cucumber was still inside me. In my excitement I had lost grip of it, and it was now nowhere to be seen. I stuck a finger in and felt nothing. I wasn't sure how deep it had gone. I started to panic. How far inside could it go? With nowhere else to turn for answers I went online. My searches were not reassuring, however they did provide a possible solution. My best option was to assume a squatting position and hope nature took its course. Nothing happened, I was out of luck. I remembered there was a 24 hour medical clinic a few towns over. Did I really want to go there? The embarrassment would kill me, but then again, so could the cucumber. Did I want to be remembered as the guy who killed himself by shoving a cucumber up his ass? What the hell would they write on my gravestone? My mind made up, I made my way to the clinic. The inside of the clinic was dull. Beige everything. There were not many people waiting there, only a haggard looking father, his screaming toddler and a gargantuan woman with an unsettling odor. I walked towards the matronly receptionist, still unsure of how to explain my predicament. "Can I help you sir?" "I have... uh..." I leaned in and hushed my voice. "I have a problem with my behind." She raised her eyebrows, "And what exactly is the nature of your problem, sir?" "Well you see, uh, I was in the kitchen, and I slipped.. and, uh, I have... I have a cucumber stuck... you know... up there." Her dour demeanor gave way to laughter. She quickly stifled it and cleared her throat. "That's quite a story." I could tell she didn't believe it, but it was the best I could come up with. "A doctor will see you soon. In the meantime, fill out this patient information form. You can stand if sitting is difficult." I mumbled something under my breath. "Sorry?" "Sitting's not a problem. It's... uh... much further up than that." Barely able to contain her laughter now, she handed me a form and a pen. I checked around to make sure the other patients didn't hear anything. The father was on the verge of tears, being pummeled by his offspring, the hamplanet was asleep, snoring, drool falling from her open mouth into her ample, fragrant cleavage. I began to fill out the form. I hated forms but at least it would take my mind off my bowels. Known health conditions? None. Smoker... occasional. Drinker... light to moderate. Activity level... sedentary. Can you climb two flights of stairs without feeling out of breath? No. Are you sexually active? Well obviously not or I wouldn't be here would I? Occupation... between jobs. After what felt like hours of meticulously cataloging my failures as a human being and a productive member of society, I handed in the form. I was now alone in the waiting room. I stared at a clock on the wall. Past midnight. Never mind, it's not like I had a job to go to in the morning. It was almost 1am when I was finally called in to see the doctor. He was younger than I expected. Tall and fit. Good looking, maybe even handsome. His bedside manner, however, left a great deal to be desired. "Sit there", he barked at me, gesturing to a chair. I obliged. "So, you have a cucumber stuck up your ass, huh? How the fuck did that happen?" "Well, you see, uh, I was in the kitchen-" "Yeah right. You were fucking yourself with it, weren't you?" "I don't know what-" "Why didn't you just buy a fucking dildo?" He interjected. Good question. I didn't have an answer. "You're a fat piece of shit. How much do you weigh?" "What? Uh... I'm not sure... I haven't been to the doctor in a while." "I'll weigh you after I'm done fishing this shit out of your ass. I bet you weigh a ton! Now, strip naked, go over to the bed and lie on your side." I did as he asked. "Not that side! Turn over you stupid faggot!" I turned to face the wall. I heard a glove snap. The doctor walked over to me. He lifted up my leg and held it in place. With his other hand gloved and lubed up, he stuck a finger in me. He had the coldest hands I'd ever felt. After a minute or so of aggressive probing he announced, "Yup, that's pretty far up." Well, tell me something I don't know. "Lie on your back, legs up." In this new position, he applied some more lube, and resumed fingering me. I wasn't quite sure what he was doing at this point, but I didn't dare ask. I felt another finger go in, and then, after a while, another. To be honest, I was beginning to enjoy the experience a little. The doctor started laughing. At first, I couldn't work out why. Then I realized he was laughing at my dick. I'm still not sure if he was laughing at the size, or the fact it was hard. Possibly both. I'm not sure how much time had passed before he had his entire hand inside me. The experience was frightening and painful, yet exhilarating. Being fisted was something I'd considered before, a long time ago, but it was far too daunting. Not that this was fisting. It was some medical procedure. Sure seemed a lot like fisting. His pace had slowed considerably. Gradually, he pushed his arm into me, deeper and deeper. I didn't know how much more I could take. I wondered why he hadn't given me any painkillers or sedatives. He was almost up to his elbow when a grin lit up his face. "That's got it!" It took me a moment to work out what he meant. He was talking about the cucumber! I let out a sigh of relief, followed by a screech of pain as he began to pull the object out of me. After he was done, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You're a submissive little faggot, aren't you?" All I could do was nod, and sob. As I lay on the bed exhausted and in pain, I noticed daylight streaming through the window, and wondered to myself what time it was. "Sit up!" I sat up on the bed and winced. My ass hurt like hell, and I was still crying. Undeterred, the doctor began to fondle my man boobs. "You've got bitch tits!" He exclaimed mockingly. "Better schedule you in for a mammogram. Wouldn't want anything to happen to these puppies." Continuing to fondle my breasts with his right hand, he grabbed a handful of stomach fat in his left, digging his fingers in and twisting a little. "Get on the scale fatty!" As I stood up and made my way over to the scale, he slapped my fat, sore ass. "Almost 200 pounds! And you're what, 5 foot 5?" "5 foot 7!" He looked me up and down. "Nice try, you short, fat piece of shit! Anyway, that puts your BMI into the obese category. Or to put it in terms you'll understand, you're a fucking blimp!" Obese? I didn't think I was obese. A little chubby, maybe. It's not like I needed a wand to wipe my ass. "We need to put you on a diet! No more big macs, no more donuts. Just salad." He put on another glove, and went over to the waste disposal. He was getting something out of there. Was it- no, it couldn't be. It was. He hastily rinsed off the cucumber and handed it to me. "Eat it, fat boy." I looked at the vegetable with apprehension. It smelled faintly of shit, and was slippery with lube. "EAT IT!" I did as he told me. It didn't taste any different to a regular cucumber, but nonetheless, I felt like puking by the time I was done. "Hey fat boy, your dick is hard again!" And it was. He proceeded to measure the length of my erect penis. "Not even 5 inches! Good thing you're a faggot, you'd never satisfy a woman with that thing! Now get dressed, I'm sick of looking at your disgusting bloated carcass." He told me to schedule a follow up appointment in two weeks. I went back to the receptionist's desk and noticed a different woman. Young, blonde, and with a mischievous grin on her face. She stared at me for a few seconds. "You poor thing," she said. "I think he likes you."