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College Clinic Doctor

By: escriterra



Submitted here is a reworking of an earlier piece posted to the now-defunct blog I mentioned in the description to the last item I placed here at Literotica. With apologies for being so engaged with the characters and their pecadilloes in the story I am currently working on, I have taken a brief break to---I hope---improve this story of a female doctor's interesting job at a college clinic and her opportunity to help a co-ed with some direction and guidance for a certain kind of activity with her boyfriend. ---Escriterra

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As the only female doctor on staff at the health center of a large midwestern university, my work has afforded me numerous occasions when I'm asked (even begged) to describe certain of my work experiences to "the girls"---four girlfriends whom I've known since college. We gather three or so times a year at a spa or for a cruise or just to kick back for a few days away from husbands and boyfriends and, now, a couple of kids among us. All five of us are successful women in satisfying careers, mostly happy in our relationships, and always supportive of each other when any one of us hits a rocky patch along the way. I am the only one, however, with a job that includes directing healthy, young men to disrobe for me, to climb up on my examination table on all fours and drop their chests to the padded surface so that their firm naked butts are high in the air with their lovely cocks dangling freely beneath them.

You can see that my friends would want to know how things are going at my job.

And it is quite nice employment. Being at a university clinic means the patients are mostly college students. My university serves a traditional college-aged, residential student body. Freshmen and sophomores are generally required to live in the dorms. All this means that on any given day the odds are not inconsequential that I'll see one of the male athletes or an embarrassed fraternity boy who's done something stupid during the unending series of greek pranks, or even just a studious chemistry major who happens to have the kind of lean, firm body that looks so enticing posed with his legs spread apart as he bends over for a prostate check.

I occasionally entertain our giggling group with a tale or two. They especially liked the telling of my experience with an initially truculent track athlete. (Sprinters, you know, have incredible butts.) This young man required two firm smacks on his naked ass along with an admonition that his coach would hear of his insolence during the required examination if he didn't comply with my directions to spread his legs and bend over.

Only Connie, one of our "group of five," remains unmarried. I'm hopeful that Eric, my boyfriend of a couple of years, will eventually be my husband. Things seem to be progressing in that direction. I love him, and I know he loves me. It will be a very nice life, and I'm so lucky to have found him. It took quite a while of looking for a man who understands the whole "equality" thing---in the workplace, in the kitchen, in the bedroom.

Maybe it's because I went to an all-girl high school. I count that as perhaps the single most important thing that has led to the success I now enjoy. Yes, I dated in high school, but without guys in the classroom there was not the constant loss of focus, the constant primping that invariably interferes with sustained thinking and working. My entire class got college scholarships.

And, yes, we were a normal group of girls---some pretty, some not so much, some interested in social work, some in teaching, some in science. I am absolutely convinced, though, that my high school experience prepared me better to work hard in college as a pre-med major, to master the organic chemistry, to nail the calculus, to survive internship, to pass the boards, than a co-ed high school ever could have done.

Along the way I had plenty of boyfriends, but I suppose my high school experience predisposed me toward not taking macho, self-indulgent crap from a guy. That's why I love Eric so much. He's my man---all man---but he's a chameleon in the bedroom, sometimes whisking me there in his strong arms to ravage me and pound me in the way I'm desperate for, but occasionally letting me set the tone and the activities that will get me off in the most satisfying way.

Lately, on two incredible, mind-blowing occasions over the past couple of months, that has included burying a strapon dildo deep into Eric's ass as he moans and squirms beneath me. We talked about doing it after a crazy night when I brought home some of the "doctor equipment" from the clinic in order to set the stage for a sexy role play. I had my smock, my stethoscope, tongue depressor, latex gloves, temperature wand---many of the accouterments that define a medical examination. I wanted to surprise Eric with a little in-home medical consultation that included a very thorough exam to check him out "just to be sure all your sexual equipment is in good working order."

Dr. Greene would be very thorough, I assured him.

We had such fun! What surprised me, though, was how much he got into the role. He pretended to be so embarrassed when I told him it was time to drop trou so I could check him for any sign of hernia.

(Embarrassed young men in my exam room, their reddening cheeks speaking volumes about their discomfort at having a female doctor manipulating their genitals, have always been my favorite patients. Go figure. There's just something about---what?---toying with their innocence?---having them in a situation that completely reverses gender roles? Or maybe I'm overanalyzing and it's just the fact that I have my latex-gloved hands on, and in, healthy young men. Whatever. But I can tell you that having a college junior from the men's basketball/swim/track/etc. team who's in great shape with toned muscles and who has to get an annual exam as part of his athletic scholarship requirements is a delight behind the closed door of my examination room.)

After Eric's hernia check came the necessity for him to bend over in front of me and touch his toes so I could spread his asscheeks wide in order to do a visual inspection for any signs of hemorrhoids. 

I have always loved Eric's ass. Even on our first meeting, when he walked into a summer evening cocktail reception for one of the donors to the medical complex, I noticed his nice butt as it rounded out so deliciously in his linen pants. The first time I saw him naked, I asked him to turn around for me just so I could enjoy the view. He has strong, firm glutes that I love to grab and squeeze, so spreading him open for that part of our little role play was exciting both because I had his gorgeous naked ass firmly in my grasp and because it exposed his cute little asshole to my view.

"This is so embarrassing, Dr. Greene," he said as I looked at his adorable pink starfish.

Grinning, I lectured him as part of our drama: "You must have this kind of examination regularly, Mr. Destin. It is important that any signs of trouble with your urogenital system be caught early." I released his cheeks and told him to straighten up. "Now, let's proceed with your prostate exam."

Bless him! Maybe Eric really did have some kind of embarrassing experience with a doctor at some point in his past, but when he turned around, his face was red. I took his hand, noting that his palms were sweaty. (What a good actor!) "Now, now, Mr. Destin, don't be concerned. Even though I will be very thorough, I will be gentle when my fingers are inside you."

And on and on it went that night. I discovered how much Eric enjoys ass play. Away from the restrictions of professional decorum, I was free to play out my wildest fantasies as a doctor in charge of a naked male. In the process, I learned of my man's eagerness to be spread open, to have his anus caressed, to be penetrated with my fingers, and to be jacked off at the same time, causing perhaps the most explosive orgasm I have ever seen him have.

The evolution to strapon man-fucking had begun for me. It had begun for Eric.

Certainly none of what Eric and I do is ever anything I share with "the girls." Yes, I occasionally enjoy titillating them with clinic tales, but I would never tell them about what I've done in my own bedroom with my man.

And that goes for what I'm about to share, too. The girls will never hear what I'm about to relate. Even Eric will never hear about this. Only the comfort of anonymity and the process of writing this alone at my computer allows me the opportunity to interrupt the story, as I know I will, in order to pleasure myself with fingers, lotion, and vibrator. And I will do this more than once because what occurred is without doubt---except for Eric---the most intensely erotic event I have ever experienced. The memory never fails to moisten my pussy, and I've replayed the scene countless times since it happened right before Christmas break.

Julie was a junior accounting major. She was not dazzlingly attractive in the way the sorority girls with that reputation on our campus are. No, Julie was a hidden gem with a great body that she usually didn't dress to accentuate and a pretty face generally unaccented by make-up. To look at her, you might think, "Prototypical uptight, middle-class, away-from-home-for-the-first-time college kid without a clue about the real world."

You would be very, very wrong.

I was taken aback by her straightforwardness in asking me questions during a visit for a pap smear. "Is there anything special I should do when I play with my boyfriend's ass to make sure I don't hurt him?" she inquired. I almost dropped the speculum.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity to provide important safe sex information---this is one of my duties in my job---I regained my composure to ask Julie what she meant.

"Well, Dr. Greene," she began, looking up at the ceiling in the little examination room, her arms folded across her stomach and lying on top of the gown she had donned for the procedure, "I like to stick my finger up inside of him when I give him BJs," she said, squirming a bit as I tried to make things as comfortable as possible for her. "He obviously likes it. He really starts groaning when I begin finger fucking him in the ass. He shoots a lot of cum when I do it."

Julie had been in to see me a few times during the two and a half years she'd been at the university. Our conversations had progressed to the point that I felt she considered me something of a confidant, and the last two visits she had been more frank with questions about sexual health. Before this examination, though, she never been this frank.

Finishing with her check-up, I eased her legs out of the stirrups and had her sit up. She hopped off the table and reached to the chair for her panties---thongs---as she continued talking.

"You know, I just want to make sure I don't hurt him or do anything that will turn him off."

"So you enjoy doing this to him?" I asked, walking to the short counter top to lay the speculum on the tray there and to package the culture specimen. "I mean, this isn't something that he's making you do because he likes it, but you don't really want to do it, is it?"

"Oh, no. Absolutely not!" she responded, looking up from buttoning her jeans to smile at me. "It's way cool to be inside him when he comes. His asshole spasms around my finger. That is so hot. You know, to be inside him when he shoots and feel him completely lose control. It's like I'm the one who's screwing him, and that's fun. Plus, his groaning is a turn-on, too. It's a different kind of moaning when he's the one getting fucked."

She looked at me, startled. "I'm sorry, Dr. Greene, I should have said that some other way--"

I raised my hand to interrupt her. "It's okay. I'm not offended." I smiled back at Julie to put her at ease. "I know it's difficult enough to talk about certain things, and if you have to think about how to say them in a way that's not how you talk about them normally, well, that can get you tongue-tied." I pulled off the latex gloves I had used for Julie's exam and tossed them in the receptacle. "Just say what you mean. I won't be offended to hear you say, 'fuck' or 'asshole,'" I said, shrugging my shoulders. "It kind of comes with the territory in my line of work."

"You are the coolest doctor!" Julie said, reaching for her blouse. "Anyway, it wasn't even Jonas' idea for me to put my finger inside him when I give him blowjobs. I did it on my own the first time because one of my girlfriends asked one of my other girlfriends if she had ever done it. I got curious, and . . .." She just shrugged.

You can quote me that I remembered this conversation word for word. How could I not?

Julie was buttoning her blouse at this point, and I was trying to retain my professionalism as I walked to the stool I had been sitting on when she was in the stirrups. Taking a seat on the stool, I began marking her chart. My nipples were very hard. I can't remember if I was squirming on the stool, but it would not have surprised me. Julie was describing my own sexual turn-ons as she related, without embarrassment, it seemed, what she liked to do with---and to---her boyfriend.

I had thoroughly enjoyed both instances when I'd lubed up my strapon dildo and slid it inside a Eric's ass. I looked forward to future instances when we would play like that. I mean, I REALLY looked forward to them. So hearing Julie talk about this was messing with my mind, my ability to remain a professional who was helpfully giving some advice on intimate sexual matters to one of her patients.

"Well–-" I hesitated, wondering how far I should take the discussion. Julie continued, nonplused.

"We don't do it a lot, just occasionally, and I like it too much to risk anything that might want to make him stop doing it or that would hurt him when we play like that." She was finished dressing and stood looking at me, slightly chewing her lip. Her expression said, "Tell me this is okay. Please!"

I did.

"Ass play can be very erotic. There are more nerve endings around the anus than at most any other place on the body, and I bet you and your boyfriend have already discovered those other places, right?"

Julie nodded, a slight exhale indicating she was glad she wasn't in for a lecture about being perverted. 

"So enjoy yourselves. But you're wise to take precautions. You have to be careful. No hangnails---ever!" She smiled. "And the cleanliness thing is extremely important."

I continued with the standard litany of dos and don'ts. Then I pushed the conversation a little.

"How many fingers have you put inside him at one time?" I asked.

Did I see her start to blush? Maybe I should back off.

"Usually only just one. It seems easier to work in and out like I'm screwing him. But I've put two inside him occasionally."

"Does he like it?"

"He seems to," she said, hopping up on the edge of the exam table, indicating that she really wanted to talk about this. "He has to be real turned on to take two, but I can tell when he's at that point."

I know what you're thinking: A university doctor shouldn't be having this kind of conversation with a student. I know I thought it. But what would you have done? I did have a responsibility to dispense information about safe sex along with prescriptions for birth control pills.

"All I can say, Julie, is that what you two do when you play with each other is your business as long as you both enjoy it and no one gets hurt. If he likes it when you put your fingers up inside him, and if you like it and don't feel pressured into doing it, then as long as you're careful and follow safe sex practices during anal play, you should go for it."

I was still sitting on the stool as we talked. Fortunately, my clinic smock, my blouse, and my bra concealed the fact that my nipples were hard with erotic arousal. God help me, so was my clit. I didn't want Julie to know this conversation was turning me on. I was struggling as I tried to maintain my role as her medical confidant.

It was a relief not to be concerned about my moistening pussy being noticed. (At least, not unless I really started lubricating, which would bring with it the tell-tale scent of female arousal. I would make sure that didn't happen.)

"So, this is something we can do to have fun and not worry?" She was truly concerned about doing him safely and well.

"Absolutely. And don't worry about being 'kinky' or 'perverted.' Lots of couples enjoy a little variety in their sex lives with some role playing that includes the guy being the one on the receiving end."

What a relief to get that out. No other conversation in three years of practice at the university clinic had ever gone into this level of detail on this subject. But Julie's expression told me I shouldn't worry about pressing on in response to the questioning look she was giving me.

"By 'receiving end,' I mean a strapon, Julie. If you've penetrated your boyfriend with fingers, and you both like it, haven't the two of you ever talked about using a strapon? You said that you liked the idea of being the one in charge of the sex when you stroke your fingers inside of him."

Julie's pupils dilated. (Yeah, I was still a doctor during this interchange, and I noticed the physical reaction telling me she was intensely interested.) "Well, um, yes, I guess I have thought of it." She looked down, again chewing her lip. "But I've never mentioned it to him. You know, I don't want to get into that whole, 'I'm not gay!' conversation that I worry he might start if I brought this up. I wouldn't want to jeopardize the fun we have now when I'm the one giving it to him with my fingers." 

"But would you be okay with it?" I held her gaze, looking for a sign that she truly was interested for her own pleasure and not just because she thought her boyfriend would like it.

"Oh, yeah, Dr. Greene. I think I would like it a lot!"

She was enthusiastic, but then she backed away from that enthusiasm.

"But that is really a big step for us. I really do love Jonas, and I wouldn't mind it if we stayed together a long time. If doing this might jeopardize that in any way, whether it's because I'm just bad at it or because he thinks I'm pushing him into something, then I won't do it."

"Even at the expense of your own pleasure?" I asked, knowing what to expect in Julie's reaction to my question.

"What?"

"Julie, your relationship with Jonas, if it's going to last and be anything meaningful, is going to have to be a 2-way street, right?"

She nodded.

"And he gets pleasure when you two have sex?"

Again, she nodded.

"Then-–" I let the implication hang in the air. Julie is smart. The implication didn't hang long.

"I'm dying to try it, Dr. Greene, and I think I'll enjoy it. I guess there's only one way to find out," she responded.

So what Julie was looking for all along was permission. She probably already knew where she was going to buy the strapon.

"It's just that I need some help with this." She wasn't exactly pleading for more information, but she was certainly leading the conversation.

At this point the thought did cross my mind that I was now at another fork in the road. One way was marked, "Professionalism." The other way was marked, "Do you know how exciting this would be?" I hesitated at the fork for, what---a nanosecond?

"This is just a guess, Julie, and please tell me if I'm off base here, but I think you've probably fantasized a lot about doing Jonas with a strapon. Is that right?"

Would she think I had crossed the line with the question? Would she think I had finally gotten too personal, even though she was the one who brought the subject up and continued asking for advice?

"Yeah, you're right," my patient responded, squirming a bit as she sat on the padded exam table. Julie blushed a little bit, but then rushed on, as though she wanted to prevent any chance that she would lose her nerve. "I saw a video once on the Internet---I swear, Dr. Greene, I just stumbled on it. It's not like I was looking for it." She crossed her legs as they dangled off the table. "But it was a little while after I started finger-fucking Jonas when I sucked his cock. And knowing how hot it was to be inside him with my finger when he came, well, seeing that video really got me thinking."


College Clinic Doctor Ch. 02



Though the incredible experience with my patient at the university clinic---Julie---who came for advice and help with leading her boyfriend Jonas past the stage of having her finger inside his asshole while she sucked his cock is one I have never told anyone about, I did share some details about one examination that pushed beyond all boundaries of professional propriety. I told my girlfriends about what a delight it was to give a track athlete---a sprinter---his annual athletic scholarship exam. What made it so delicious, and what clearly interested and aroused my friends, was the fact that Marcus (I didn't use his name when talking with my friends) was one of those cocky jocks who believes his own PR. But what REALLY intensified the entire experience was that Marcus' obstinance meant I had to adopt a stern schoolmarm demeanor with him.

At least, that was necessary in the beginning of his examination. Once he understood that his exam was inevitable and would be very thorough (I trumped all his bravado and finagling meant to avoid the exam with the simple phrase, "NCAA investigation"), things became that much more enjoyable for me, as you will see.

The narrative I provided to my friends was a mere synopsis and only proceeded through the part of the tale in which my gloved fingers slid home deep inside Marcus' delicious ass. You will see why I went no further with the tale. Nonetheless, my friends giggled and listened in rapt attention when I related how it was necessary to administer two open-palmed swats (rapid succession, alternating cheeks, none too lightly) and a warning that the track star's coach would hear of his recalcitrant behavior if he did not spread his legs and bend over my examination table. Two of the "the girls" actually came to one of the university's track meets the following spring just to see the college's sprinters "on the hoof."

Tracey and Joanna, my two friends who came to the track meet, told me later that their favorite part was when the sprinters lined up in the starting blocks. Heads and shoulders down, asses high in the air, strong leg muscles flexing in advance of the starting pistol's shot, snug track shorts clinging to firm backsides with just a hint of that enticing cleft between their cheeks . . . well, you get the idea.

However, I HAVE one time related in far more complete detail than I shared with my friends what happened during Marcus' examination.

I found that the circumstances under which I told the entire story, and the way I carefully described all the details, all the words said and reactions experienced---mine as well as that of my patient---conspired to create an even MORE arousing scenario for me than when I toyed with Marcus and consummated a truly nasty, totally unprofessional, and completely overpoweringly erotic act with the handsome stud.

I would not have believed that possible. That anything could surpass in pure eroticism what happened in my examination room that night and make me even more crazy with animal lust to take a man . . . how could that happen?

I will tell you.

I had the middle finger of my left hand buried as deep as I could get it inside my gorgeous Eric's asshole, and I was teasing him unmercifully with my right hand, sliding my fist up and down his pulsing, erect cock as I stood beside him. He was naked. I was in my bra and panties. The crotch of my panties, as you can imagine, was soaked.

Fastened around Eric's cock and balls was the shiny black leather cock ring I had bought for him several weeks earlier as a "just because" present. ("Just because" I so very much love to see his gorgeous naked penis, to play with it, lick it, as I lean close to his crotch to help him into this delightful, tiny leather garment!)

I have said before that I am perhaps the luckiest woman in the world to have found a lover like Eric. We sometimes enjoy a steamy role play, and I had planned this one. I wanted to tease him beyond all limits of endurance, to make him so hot to throw me down and fuck me hard that when he could not possibly tolerate one more second of my nasty tale whispered into his ear as my insistent hands worked magic on his asshole and cock, he would tear off the cock ring and carry me in his strong arms to bed.

Where he would pound me like I was desperate to be taken.

Sometimes I get like that. It's not "ladylike." I enjoy it NOT being "ladylike."

My townhome has one of those "home office" rooms---the kind with the double french doors that open into the room just off the foyer. As a townhome, the ceilings are the standard eight feet high, so the top of the doorframe where the french doors are is reachable by my man when he stretches his muscular arms up to grip the molding.

Imagine how this looks when a man is naked, his legs spread apart slightly, his cock upright and throbbing. It is crazysexyhot. Because the doorway opening accommodates double french doors, there is plenty of room for a woman to circle her naked man, trailing her fingertips up his rib cage, down across his taut, naked ass, over his strong chest. If he remains in this position, he is completely available to her.

It did not take me long to imagine such a fine use for the entrance to my home office. If Eric and I marry, as I hope, I know there will be at least one double-door opening in the house we buy. Its absence would be a deal-breaker.

He is not restrained when I tease him like this. He enjoys it. He surrenders to it. The feeling of my hands running down his sexy six-pack as I press my tits into his back drives him wild. 

If he drops his hands to circle my waist and kiss me before our game is concluded, he earns two swats---just like I describe giving to the truculent track star in my tale.

Sometimes I think he does this on purpose.

Having dressed him appropriately---the single, narrow band of leather studded with metal snaps that circled and framed my personal playthings---I was ready to amuse and arouse myself fondling his cock and balls during the entire telling of the tale.

"Eric, baby, you look so hot like this," I said as he reached for the doorframe. "God, I love seeing your naked body. I love playing with it, getting you turned on and hot. I adore making you feel good, my love."

His eyes twinkling, he responded, "Any time you want my body, just ask."

I grabbed one firm cheek and said, "How about if sometimes I tell you I will have it, and then I take it. Will that work, too?"

I placed my other hand on his opposite cheek and spread him open to my gaze.

"You know it will."

God, what a man!

I leaned down and kissed his naked ass, lingering there, drawing in the scent of him, brushing my lips across his firm flesh.

"Are you ready for me to make you crazy to fuck me?"

"Mmmmmm."

"Are you ready to be teased until the only thing preventing a massive orgasm is this cock ring?" I asked, reaching between his legs, my mouth still close to his naked butt. I ran my fingers around the smooth leather. I weighed his balls in my palm.

"Mmmmmm."

"Are you ready for me to stroke your cock---MY cock---as I tell you a sexy story?"

"Baby, you're teasing me about teasing me. You are one naughty girl!"

I laughed as I stood up and circled in front of him. "I am VERY naughty. I'm going to tell you about a very special examination I gave one of the student athletes at the university."

Walking to my desk in the office, I picked up the bottle of lube and turned toward Eric, drinking in the sexy sight before me: My man, naked, stretched up in front of me, his cock and balls framed enticingly by the cock ring, his nude torso on display for my pleasure. I lingered, drawing out his anticipation. I smiled at him.

"I like you in this position. It makes me very wet. Maybe I'll slide a finger inside my panties and rub my clit for just a moment."

I did, leaning back on the edge of my desk and putting the bottle down on its surface. He watched. His cock began to rise.

"Oh, it feels good, Eric. I'm thinking how much better your tongue might feel, though."

His cock twitched on its ascent.

"Remember, I'm only holding this doorframe," he said. "I can let go at any time and come over there and tear off those panties, spread your pussy lips open, and slip my tongue inside you before I move up to your clit and start licking and sucking." His gaze darted from my eyes to my crotch and back.

God, I love it when he talks dirty to me!

"But you won't, baby," I said, slipping my finger out of my panties as I straightened and took the two steps' distance that separated us in my small office. "You want what I'm going to do to you. When I get started, you won't want it to stop." I placed my finger, moist with the wetness I had collected, on his lips. "And I'm very wet and excited about doing it to you." 

I pushed my finger between his lips.

Would he one day suck on the strap-on dildo we had bought the way he was now sucking my finger?

Withdrawing my finger I walked back to the desk and opened the bottle of lube. I talked to him as I poured some of the liquid into my palm as I stepped in front of him. "It's a very, very nasty story that I'm going to tell you." I wrapped my fist around his cock, slathering the lube up and down the shaft. "You won't believe how hot it will make you to hear it, though." I stepped behind him and insinuated my slippery palm in between his cheeks by cupping his butt and then sliding my hand upward and turning it to coat first one side of the cleft between his cheeks, and then the other. "You'll be seeing in your mind the action in my story." I poured out more lube, this time concentrating on spreading it across his cute little asshole. "You'll be seeing me do things to the student athlete that will shock you, but make you harder and hotter than you've ever been in your life, Eric."

I finished with the lube.

"Can you handle that?"

Poor baby. I hadn't even begun my story, and he was already aroused, trembling.

"I will try," my lovely man said. "I will definitely try." He grinned at me as I looked over my shoulder at him while I stepped back to the desk to drop the bottle of lube on the desk top.

"Mmmmm, I like that," I said, sashaying back to stand in front of him and grab his erect dick in my right hand. "I'm going to play with you while you imagine what I'm doing to my patient. What if it were you in my story, Eric? Would that make it even hotter?"

"You are really, really pushing my buttons," Eric said, his voice husky. "We are truly going to find out if this cock ring will stop me from spurting."

"Oh, I'm going to slow down and take my hand away when I feel you're getting too close, baby."

I AM a terrible tease. A horrible tease. A wonderful tease.

And I love it.

Moving to his side, I slid one finger of my left hand between his lubricated cheeks, stroking lightly as I began my story. "Let's say this track star's name is---let me think---I know: 'Eric.' Let's say his name is Eric and he has these gorgeous brown eyes that he thinks will get him what he wants because he's on a full athletic scholarship, with stories in the school paper during track season full of his exploits."

Eric adjusted his stance. He spread his legs a little bit wider apart.

What a dear!

"What Eric the track star said to me the first time he walked into my office," I began, leaning close to my Eric's side to talk softly and sexily to him as I manipulated his cock, his balls, and his darling, naked ass, "did not start things off on the right foot with me . . ."

* * *

"Look, Dr. Greene, I know everything's fine. I have to show proof of a physical at the start of each training season, though, so if you need to just skip some stuff, that'd be great. All I need is the piece of paper to give to the coach. Paperwork is all it is."

The examination did not begin on a positive note, those being the first words out of Eric's mouth. I take a dim view of know-it-all college boys suggesting how I should do my job.

"Let's see," I looked at this patient's chart, "Mr. Destin, the examination request from the athletic department calls for a complete physical." I looked him directly in the eye. He was off on the wrong foot with me, and my statement and gaze let him know it.

He backed off a little bit.

"I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, Dr. Greene." A slight nervousness crept into his demeanor. I enjoyed seeing that. "But I know you're busy and . . ." He trailed off, giving me a puppy-dog look.

"Do the words, 'NCAA investigation,' mean anything to you, Mr. Destin?'

He was completely taken aback. Before he could speak, I provided a follow-up: "The athletic department plays closely by the rules now. You remember the scandal two years ago? They make clear in no uncertain terms that everything is by the book when any department here on campus works with athletes. The clinic is no exception. This will be a complete physical."

Eric continued to press the point.

"Coach looks out for us, Dr. Greene. I'm sure he'll--"

I cut him off. "I'm sure he'll expect that I follow the procedures to the letter. Yes, yes, I know you're right," I said, looking again at this boy's chart. I didn't look up to see his reaction to the brush-off I'd just given him and his idea about "Coach" being okay with my signature on a form unsubstantiated by the actual exam.

I let Eric stew for a few seconds. I waited him out. Testing him. Anticipating another attempt to squirm out of his physical. In truth, I hoped the brush-off would spark a little bit of petulance or anger, to which I would be able to respond.

It took about 30 seconds for his next attempt. I enjoyed letting a heavy silence fall between us as I gazed down at his chart. Maybe he was expecting me to say something conciliatory. I did not, and by the time he did speak, I'd found what I needed on his chart.

"Last year Dr. Mays did, like, an eye-ear-throat thing and then he signed--"

"Mr. Destin," I said in exasperation, slapping my pen down on the clip chart, "I think we have clearly established that this examination is proceeding." I glared at him for a second, then put the pen into the pocket of my smock and held his chart in one hand while sliding a finger of the other down the page. "I also see that you've procrastinated about coming in. This form is due back to the athletic department on Wednesday."

It was Monday afternoon. College students are notorious for putting off anything having to do with examinations, whether studying for them or getting into the clinic to submit to them.

He didn't respond. Sulking.

"Further, I see that you have a family history of diabetes. Uncle on your mother's side. Did it ever occur to you that this exam might require something like---oh, what could it be?---maybe a fasting period right before a glucose test for blood sugar?"

That caught him off guard more than the comment about the NCAA.

"Fasting? Like not eating anything?"

I shot him a condescending smile. "Exactly. And now here it is Monday, and your waiting around until the last minute has just about gotten you into trouble that would have required me to report to 'Coach' that you didn't show up for your exam in time to allow for a thorough check-up."

That touched a nerve. I could see it in his reaction.

Then I set the trap.

"Are you ashamed of something, Mr. Destin? That's often a reason people put off going to see the doctor." I was looking directly at him when I spoke, and I made sure that he caught the very slight movement of my eyes toward his crotch when I said the words, "ashamed of something." I wasn't brazen. Indeed, my eyes went down only to mid-chest for a split-second.

When toying with young men, innuendo is powerful. It is perhaps one of the few times when they successfully read between the lines when communicating with women.

Observing his response was delightful. A blush of embarrassment on a conceited athlete is delicious. In Eric's case, I wondered if the blush I saw on the cheeks of his face would match the blush that might have to appear on his naked ass if he didn't follow my directions to the letter during his exam and in exasperation I had to grab his firm butt and put it into position across my exam table. The flush on his countenance made me linger on that thought.

"Just don't like physicals," was his curt response.

He knew what the physical would entail. And I knew that's what he was so worked up about. As an athlete, he would have had many physicals as prerequisites to be allowed to engage in sports, especially given the litigious environment of public education and school systems' desires to avoid lawsuits brought by parents of out-of-shape kids trying out for the school team. Either he didn't like prostate exams, or he liked them too much to trust his reactions when my fingers slid up inside him.

I would enjoy myself in either case.

"Let's see if we can start over, Mr. Destin." I walked to the counter and laid down the clip chart. "Listen carefully and follow my instructions." I tore off a sheet of paper from the pad on the counter and began scribbling the directions I was giving him orally. "Eat a normal dinner this evening, but finish before 8 p.m. Eat nothing more after that. You may drink water this evening and all day tomorrow, but don't eat anything. Return here tomorrow night at 8 p.m., and we'll do your physical, which will include drawing a little blood for the fasted-state glucose test."

Handing him the sheet, I once again looked directly at him and said, "Make the appointment with the receptionist on your way out."

Dismissing him, I turned back to the counter and began looking again at his chart. He stood holding the paper for a few moments, started to say something but thought better of it, and walked toward the door.

Without looking up, I said, "And Mr. Destin, please be sure you have washed thoroughly back there," and I pointed to the back of his jeans as he stood in front of the door, "because I would hate to have to tutor you in personal hygiene as part of your physical." Then I was once again engrossed in the information on the clip chart. Or so he thought. In truth, I was smirking and listening for a huff of indignation as he walked out the door.

It didn't come, but the way he jerked open the door told me that the manner in which I had toyed with Eric's psychological manhood was a quite successful prelude to the way other aspects of his manhood would be handled during his examination. I wasn't worried that he'd fail to clean up before a physical—no, that wasn't the reason for my comment. I was playing with his head, setting up the encounter for the following evening when I would enjoy teasing out one objection after another to the humiliations he would endure before giving himself up, finally, to a pleasure that only his surrender would allow.

It had been too long since I had chipped away at some young stud's machismo, using my position of authority to press point after point until his initial swagger devolved into huffy objections which then weakened into pleas not to do what I was going to do to him. Oh, those struggling, plaintive and worried requests—the delicious begging—I would enjoy those thoroughly because they inevitably gave way to the subject's realization that ultimate surrender brought with it a pleasure he would not have discovered otherwise.

I was wet with anticipation as I heard Eric's footsteps fade down the hall.

* * * (My own Eric was squirming under my careful manipulations as I jumped forward in the story to the next evening when athlete Eric entered my exam room.)

"I'm glad to see you were punctual, Mr. Destin. This is the last appointment for me tonight. It was fortunate I had the slot open. Though Tuesday nights aren't usually busy, you would have been screwed if I had been booked already." The word "screwed" shook him momentarily out of his moody, sulking demeanor as he sat on the edge of my examination table. I chose the word deliberately. It would set a tone.




College Clinic Doctor Ch. 02



Advancing the tongue depressor toward his mouth, I said, "Open for me."

He would hear that again tonight.

From this very first part of the exam, I used a controlling tone and took more time than usual in toying with and invading my patient's privacy. Eric had set himself up for this, and on these rare occasions when I donned an authoritative demeanor with a patient, it felt initially strange---almost as though a different me was wearing the medical smock. I am an empathetic and helpful physician with nearly every one of my patients. Tonight, though, an appetite was driving my manipulation of Eric Destin. Knowing that he would ultimately, after some measure of physical and psychological protestation, enjoy what I was going to do to him whetted that appetite powerfully at the start of the examination.

I held the depressor against his tongue and peered into mouth. Did I slide the depressor just a shade too far back? Was I testing his gag reflex?

I stopped before reaching that point. It was still early into playtime.

Shining the light into each ear was accompanied by a firm hand laid fully against his skull to steady him. Holding him as I wanted him to be. Another preview of what he was to endure.

The check of his eyes. The stethoscope laid against his naked back, his chest. "Pull your shirt up, Mr. Destin, and hold it above your neck while I check your lungs." Not necessarily a great position for this part of the physical, but it brought his arms up, exposing that sexy V-taper which I so love. More importantly, it hid his eyes from me. I wanted him to wonder where I would touch him while he was "blindfolded"---yet another implication for him to stew over as I emphasized who was in control tonight.

"Go ahead and take your shirt off now. I'll draw the blood we need for the glucose test. You have not eaten anything since 8 o'clock last night, correct?"

"That's right."

A short, clipped response. He was still angry at not being allowed to skip his exam. He must have somehow skated through this procedure his first two years here at the university. Dr. Mays, the physician who had retired recently, may have been somewhat cursory. I knew Mays was a big fan of athletics here on campus, and being close to retirement he may have slacked off in diligence at the end of his career for his student-athlete patients. Perhaps Eric used that to his advantage---Eric certainly knew how to manipulate people.

Except me.

I took my time putting on the latex glove, snapping it against my wrist, and tying the tubing around his arm (oh, my, another psychological mind trip I could foist on Eric, and I did: "Let me make sure this is nice and tight, Mr. Destin.") I drew the blood, removed the syringe and tubing, and pressed a sterile pad against the puncture tightly. "Hold this here for a minute."

I must tell you that Eric Destin was quite a specimen. I would estimate bodyfat at something under seven or eight percent. His defined abs told me that. He was muscular yet lean. Sprinters usually are. As I stood looking at him as he held the pad against his arm, I realized just how much I was going to enjoy myself in the coming hour. He saw me looking at him. Good. I wanted him to know that he was the prey. I was the huntress who had trapped her quarry.

He shifted uncomfortably.

Leaning against the counter and looking at his chart, I said, "That should be plenty of compression on the puncture. Check to see that you're not bleeding." He removed the pad, looked at it and nodded. "Throw the pad into the receptacle"---I pointed---"and then remove your shoes, socks, pants and your underwear. You can place them on and under the chair."

He was already shirtless. My directive meant he would have to strip completely nude in front of me.

He hesitated.

"I need to record height and weight on your chart." I walked to the scales on the other side of the room.

A college junior can (usually) put two and two together. Protesting about my directions would have displayed his ignorance. Even a high schooler would know that a completely accurate weight measurement would have to be taken while naked. 

True, the height measurement could have been taken in bare feet with his trousers still on. But that would have been a missed chance to have him naked and taking my directions.

He was agonizingly slow about shucking the ugly, baggy jeans that young men think so stylish these days. I made some impatient sound as I stood next to the scales.

Eric was turned away from me when he slid off his boxers. (More of the same disgusting, form-hiding clothing which, as far as I could tell, had the sole purpose of being stylish in color and print so the top part-—-always visible above sagging jeans for the über-hip---made some kind of statement.) I truly enjoyed the show, however, knowing the ugly clothes would no longer hide the form beneath. His asscheeks were smooth and muscular, with dimples on each hip indicating both leanness of flank and muscularity of glutes. And those glorious globes were high and firm, riding proudly on top of strong legs.

The aforementioned V-taper was sexy beyond measure when viewed from the back. I imagined myself behind Eric as he was bent over the examination table, firmly in my grasp as I held on to his waist right above the very slight flare where his muscular asscheeks would begin their rise beneath the heels of my hands.

Yum.

Why he was folding those ugly jeans and boxers before placing them on the chair, I'll never know. "Are you going to drag this out forever, Mr. Destin?"

He looked at me over his shoulder with a "Don't rush me" expression, then finally turned around. The way he tried to hold his hands in front of his crotch while at the same time attempting to look natural and nonchalant was comical.

"Mr. Destin, I'm going to have your testicles in my hand shortly. Attempts at modesty right now are rather pointless, wouldn't you agree?" 

I had stopped him in his tracks. He glowered at me briefly, then straightened as much as possible before moving his hands to his sides. (I was supposed to be intimidated by his height? He wished.)

"Oh. Now I see why you were reluctant to submit to your physical," I said, looking blatantly at his crotch. "You probably wanted to maintain a certain, umm, reputation, didn't you?" I smirked at him.

In truth, Eric's cock was beautiful. Given its non-tumescent state, I would guess that it would harden to a respectable six-plus inches and a quite impressive girth. However, in a world where any pre-teen with half a brain can access all manner of porn, including the incessant parade of cocks possessed by the tiny percentage of men selected specifically because their dicks are huge, perception is everything. This is a volatile mix for messing with any young athlete's head. Eric Destin was a handsome, sexy stud in anyone's book, including mine. His cock looked delicious and inviting, and I truly, truly wanted to wrap my fist around it to stroke it to full mast and then slide it completely down my throat, but that's not the message I was sending.

I can be quite the manipulator.

"Other guys in the locker room must have bigger equipment, Eric, but don't let that bother you. I'm not measuring your penis for the chart." I stood next to the scale and its extendable attachment allowing height measurements to be taken. I smiled at him condescendingly. "Really, you shouldn't be so self-conscious. As a doctor, I know pretty accurately what the standard length is for the male penis. Your penis is quite . . . cute." I dragged the sentence out to let him infer that I was patronizing him. It would make it that much more fun to take him.

"I don't need to maintain my reputation, Dr. Greene," he said coolly. "It speaks for itself."

"I'm sure it does, Mr. Destin. Step on the scale."

I took pleasure in teasing him more. "Move forward just a bit so the height measurement attachment positions correctly," I said, standing at the side of the scale. "Back just a bit." He complied. "No, that's not it," and I placed one hand on the small of his back and the other flat against the bottom of that rippling six-pack in order to jostle him forward a bit, then backward. 

It didn't matter---the height and weight would be accurate in just about any position as long as he was standing on the scale. But I knew I would like the feel of his torso under my control, and he did not disappoint. His body was amazing. Too, my jostling him about produced the most delightful motions in his cock and balls, clearly visible to my view. As a university clinic physician, I see lots of young athletes, but Eric will always stand out in my memory.

I finished with my measurements and asked him to step off the scale. He walked back towards the chair to reach for his clothes.

"No, Mr. Destin, you undoubtedly recall my comment about your testicles, and I'm sure you know I must do a hernia check. Remain naked and move to the front of the exam table."

I saw the muscles in his jaw contract as he ground his teeth together. "I hope your hands aren't cold," he said as he grudgingly walked to the spot I indicated.

"Don't worry. I will warm them. I know the effect that cold has on a man's genitals."

More teeth-grinding. I was teasing him again about his equipment as I played with his head even more. Prompting more protests from him---about anything---was the point. It was a turn-on to hear him try to defend himself.

"That's not what I meant," he said, standing in front of the table. Of course, his legs weren't spread. He was still harboring all that nervousness about what I thought of his equipment.

"Spread your legs."

He looked at the ceiling and did as he was told. I retrieved the chart from the counter and slowly walked toward the rolling stool, pausing twice along the way to feign looking at something on the chart. You have no idea how much fun this was, toying with him like this, having him completely naked in my presence while I dawdled on purpose with the sole intent of extending the time his cock, balls, and ass were completely exposed to me.

I reached the stool and pulled it with my foot to a spot in front of him. Taking my seat, I rolled right up to his crotch and with no statement about what to expect or to warn him that I was about to touch him, I encircled by thumb and forefinger around his testicles snugly up against his crotch and then pulled down firmly, but just a little, to make it clear I had trapped his balls beneath my hand. Then I cupped them with my other hand, measuring their heft, lifting them slightly, then dropping them back down. I did this three times in succession.

Eric remained looking at the ceiling. From my vantage point beneath him, it was easy to see that he was once again grinding his teeth.

"How long has it been since your last hernia check, Mr. Destin? Somehow I suspect that Dr. Mays didn't quite get around to this your freshman and sophomore years. Am I right?" I continued palming, tugging, and generally enjoying myself with his balls. I was intent on eliciting as much of a reaction as I could produce in his cock. That would embarrass him even more.

"High school, I guess."

"Well, then, we shall have to be thorough." I toyed with him some more, and the inevitable began to happen. I saw his cock start to swell.

"Does this have to take so long?" he asked. He, too, was aware of the reaction I was creating.

"It's your own fault, Mr. Destin. Without a dependable baseline on your chart, I really don't have anything to compare your current condition against. For that reason, I'll have to try to notice everything and make a notation. Are you uncomfortable?"

His cock had lengthened and had started to rise.

"No. I just wish you'd hurry up. This is kinda embarrassing." He swallowed and continued to look at the ceiling. I'm sure nothing of interest was to be seen there, but the last thing he wanted to do was to look down and see his dick getting hard while I examined him.

"Oh, you mean because your penis is starting to react. Is that right?" I stroked and rolled his testicles in my hands. Gently, gently---every motion was calculated to be pleasurable while still under the guise of a medical examination. 

He did not answer my question.

"Did your penis react this way in your last examination? One of the things that has to be noted in a thorough physical is the patient's answers to questions about sexual health, Mr. Destin." This was such fun---a gorgeous physical specimen of manhood under my complete control. NAKED manhood under my complete control.

"I don't remember," was Eric's lame reply. I tugged down on his testicles a bit, emphasizing that he was in no position to be coy with me.

"I'm sure you do, Mr. Destin. Most young men would remember quite well whether they got an erection during a medical examination. Now, for the record, did you get a hard-on during your last hernia exam?" During the entire duration of this conversation, I continued palming and gently rolling Eric's balls in my hand. The conversation was incidental. The duration was the important thing, and I focused on dragging out my inspection of his balls as long as possible. 

His lovely cock was erecting nicely, and he hadn't yet answered me. I took my cue.

"Your silence leads me to believe it did, so I have at least a partial answer about sexual health." Now I would begin the teasing in earnest. "Unless you contradict me, I assume that some nurse or doctor, most probably female, gave you your examination and that you were ashamed to become excited in her presence. Is that what happened?" I released his balls and looked up at him.

His complexion could not hide the embarrassment I had produced. His eyes were shut tight, and knowing what was going through his mind---and his cock---was plenty to stoke the fires of my lust to take him this night.

"Guess so," was all that he could manage.

"Perhaps you should try focusing on something other than my hands on your genitals as we proceed. Maybe that will keep your penis under control." I would ensure that he would NOT be able to keep his penis under control.

As I moved one hand toward him to place it flat against his belly, I made sure that I grazed his cock in the process. It bobbed invitingly. "You can see, Mr. Destin, that your erection gets in the way of the examination. Please try to settle down."

Poor boy. His eyes remained tightly shut even as he continued looking up at the ceiling, his embarrassment intense. I truly love it when the young man I am about to penetrate has no clue about the fate awaiting him and is embarrassed beyond his worst nightmare as I prod him step by step toward his shameful admission that he enjoys getting fucked in the ass. The squirming, the protestations, the pleas and the begging along the way---they make it all that much more a memorable encounter.

Turning his head and coughing, first right, then left, did settle him down a bit. Maybe he thought he was getting close to being done with his exam?

I rolled the stool back a bit, still sitting. Still eye-level with Eric's lovely cock.

"Turn around and bend over." I rose from the stool and walked to the counter, unscrewing the lid on the jar of lubricant.

"Dr. Greene, can we please not do this?" His hands were covering his cock, trying vainly to hide himself and his embarrassment. "I know everything's all right."

God, I was tingling with excitement, but I slowly continued opening the jar. "I don't think so, Mr. Destin. Your coach wouldn't want a report that he has a little wimp on his team who's not even man enough to handle something as simple as a physical, now would he?" I laid the lid of the jar on the counter and looked at Eric.

His eyes blazed for a brief moment with defiance, but that passed quickly. He slowly turned around and leaned forward only slightly, stiff-arming the exam table in front of him in order to keep the angle as minimal as possible. "If you have to do this, then get it over with," he said, in a tone I did not think appropriate.

Whap! Whap! He didn't see me take the two steps toward him, didn't see my hand smack one cheek and then the other rapidly, firmly, and with no hesitation about making a definitive statement. "This is going to end right now, Mr. Destin. When I said, 'Bend over,' I didn't mean to lean over like you're doing right now. You know very well I meant to bend over," and I pushed him between his shoulder blades with constant pressure until he gave in and dropped to his elbows on the table, "and that you were to position yourself so it would be convenient for me to put my fingers inside your anus."

"Please, Dr. Greene, this is so embarrassing. Please . . . do I have to?"

I continued pushing his back. "Yes, you have to. Bend all the way over and put your chest on the table." It took at least ten seconds before he gave in and lowered himself to the table.

"Back up and spread your legs wide." I walked back to the counter and dipped my gloved fingers into the lube. The position I wanted him in was back far enough from the edge of the table that I'd have free access to his dangling cock and balls.

"Don't be rough with me, please. The last time . . ." He trailed off.

"Sometimes examination procedures are a bit uncomfortable," I said matter of factly. But his protestation gave me a clue about what was going on with Eric. It also gave me fresh ideas about how to tease him.

"So you got an erection when the female doctor's fingers were inside you?" I asked, stepping to his side.

It was a quite different Eric Destin, naked and ass up and about to be penetrated, than the Eric Destin who was such a swaggering jock two days ago when he entered my examination room. These boys sometimes make dramatic turnarounds when they find themselves in completely vulnerable positions.

"Like I said, Dr. Greene. I guess so." His tone was quiet. The words were catching in his throat.

I leaned my forearm across the small of his back and laid my ungloved hand flat against one firm naked asscheek. "You're lying to me, aren't you?" I started sliding my hand toward the cleft between his cheeks, keeping the other hand vertical so that none of the lube dripped off.

"She didn't care if she hurt me--"

"I didn't ask about your comfort, Mr. Destin. I asked if you had an erection while the doctor had her fingers inside you." My hand reached his crack, and I pried one side away from the other, exposing his tightly clenched starfish to my view.

"I guess . . . I . . . did." His tone was pleading.

"You remember perfectly well, Eric, with no guessing about it." It was the perfect time to drop the 'Mr. Destin.' My lubed fingers were just about to make contact with his asshole. I squirmed the hand parting his cheeks into better position, the fingers now spreading him open. "You remember very well whether your cock was hard during that examination, don't you?" Again, perfect timing to drop the medical-speak and start to use the language that he thought in when he---and all college boys---jacked off. I rested one lubed fingertip right on the center of his pucker. "You're hard now, Eric. Is it because you're afraid the same thing will happen?" I began the inevitable descent of my finger into the deepest reaches of Eric's soul. "Tell me what I need to know," and I stopped pushing, holding just beyond the first knuckle. Sending the message clearly that I controlled completely what would happen next.

"Okay, okay. Yes," he had turned his head and was mumbling into the padding on the table, "I was hard when she did it to me. It felt funny."

I pushed in deeper. "You said it hurt, Eric. You lied to me again, didn't you?" I stopped the progress of my finger once more. I was in up to the middle knuckle.

"Dr. Greene, ple-e-e-a-a-s-s-e-e don't make me talk about it." 




College Clinic Doctor Ch. 02



Oh, that pitiful begging. I had Eric just where I wanted him at this point.

My finger pushed in deeper. "Tell me, Eric. Tell me all of it." I was completely buried inside his asshole. His taut cheeks were flexing underneath the hand that was splaying him open. And then I started---slowly and barely perceptibly---to finger-fuck him in the ass.

He choked on the words, and they were nearly inaudible. I had to pause the motions I was making in order to hear them.

"I came."

Only two words. I grinned widely, knowing he couldn't see.

"Don't do anymore, Dr. Greene. Please. Haven't you done enough with your exam?" He squirmed under my grasp.

"No, I haven't done enough, Eric. As a matter of fact," and I withdrew my finger completely, "I need to get a second finger inside you at this point, so you'd best forget about what happened the last time and concentrate on totally relaxing your asshole so I can get both fingers deep inside you."

I knew that would have an effect. His dick was throbbing. We were at the point in this encounter where the virgin boy under my control would be on such a head trip that my use of words like, "cock" and "asshole," would register nothing but sexual arousal and would pass right through any conscious filters that would otherwise make him question a doctor's use of such terms. Besides, using them turned me on, and that was the whole point. This was about my pleasure, not his. I was already thoroughly enjoying myself and knowing things were going to get even better.

Poor Eric, though, was still struggling with some useless hang-up, no doubt machismo driven, about how being screwed in the ass was not something that real men were not supposed to succumb to, let alone enjoy. His begging and pleading were adding to my enjoyment, though, and before this examination was over, I would have broken through his psychological barriers and taught him how thoroughly pleasurable being taken by a woman could be.

Then his begging would make a complete turnaround. He'd be begging me NOT to stop. I moistened more at that thought.

"Let me get some more lube, Eric, then I'll be ready to put two fingers inside you to finish my check." As I stepped to the counter for additional lubricant, I made a comment that was calculated to further embarrass him and prompt even more plaintive entreaties: "Since you've told me that you ejaculated during this portion of a previous exam, we'll have to ensure that won't happen here. I don't want a mess to clean up, so I'm going to prevent you from cumming while I finish checking things inside your asshole. That means, though," and I stepped up behind him, "that I'm going to need one hand free to stop any ejaculation and the other hand free so my fingers can penetrate you. Needing both my hands for the examination means you're going to have to reach back and spread yourself open for me."

His cock was twitching, and I knew that I'd ramped up the battle in his psyche—the battle between his subconscious desire for an orgasm driven by anal penetration and his conscious assessment that having such a desire was wrong and an affront to his manhood. Now I'd asked him to be even more complicit in his own penetration. Now I'd asked him to help me do it to him.

"Don't, Dr. Greene . . . don't make me do this." His tone of voice had lost any trace of truculence. He was like a little schoolboy begging not to be spanked. 

(Another delicious fantasy, especially bent over as he was and naked with that muscular ass so invitingly displayed. Sigh. Perhaps I could find a way to make that a reality at some point in the future. I was too sexed up at the moment to deviate from my plan, however, eager as I was to deflower this man with the strap-on dildo I'd secreted in one of the drawers beneath the counter.)

I reached up over his back and grabbed one wrist with my ungloved hand. It was easy to do. He was positioned lying on his chest with each hand gripping the side of the table, and that pushed his elbows in the air. It was easy to grab a wrist and tug it back toward his naked ass, though I had to be firm about it. He was gripping the sides of the table as though his life depended on it.

In his mind, I suppose his life did depend on it---his life as a swaggering stud with the opinion that the only way he and a woman were to have sex was for him to be the one doing the penetrating. This training session would put an end to that part of Eric Destin and open him up---literally and figuratively---to new possibilities. He would be a more evolved, enlightened Eric Destin when he left my examination room tonight.

And he would no longer be an anal virgin.

Finally, the hand I dragged back to his butt was resting on one cheek. "I'm losing patience, Eric," I said from my spot behind him. He moved the other hand slowly into position and rested it on the other cheek.

Pausing a moment to savor the delicious scene before me, and teasing myself a bit by heightening the anticipation of what I was about to see, I let things be for a few seconds. The silence crept by agonizingly slowly for Eric, I'm sure.

Finally: "Now spread your asscheeks apart for me."

He moaned, but he complied.

His asshole was shiny with the lube when it came into view. I again stood admiring the sexy tableau before me. It was important that Eric know I was looking at his naked and vulnerable asshole. It would shame him even further.

"You like showing yourself to me, don't you Eric?" I asked, knowing he would deny it.

"No, Dr. Greene. This is so embarrassing. Please get it over with." He eased up some on how wide open he was making himself.

Smack! My open palm landed on the curve of his left cheek below where his hand was placed. His hands slipped away, and the cleft of his ass again concealed his pretty rosebud.

Smack! Square on the other cheek. "This is not going well, Eric. Why don't you just admit that you like putting on this shameless show for me. Tell me you that like opening up to show me every last inch of you."

"No. No. I don't. I'm not a, not a . . ." He was sobbing softly.

This is the part during these scenarios (though I've only had the pleasure of doing this to two other men so far) when my heart is touched. The men are broken. They've surrendered some powerful psychological part of themselves to me. Now they are ready to be rewarded.

I leaned over his back and whispered into his ear. "You're not what, Eric? Not a little wimp? Not a little plaything? Not a little toy about to be used for a woman's pleasure?" I was reeling off a string of adjectives, knowing that he would remember every one of them. Perhaps some lucky lady in his future would benefit by hearing him beg to be each and every one of the descriptions I was now loading into the mental library that he would carry around forever linked to the pleasure I was about to give him. "Eric, it's okay to be my little eager puppy for just a few minutes. I guarantee that you're going to love it." The term, "little eager puppy," was chosen deliberately, and I said it enticingly, with no malice, and with a calculated sweetness that would make it remain in his memory forever.

Raising back into position, I dropped the sweet demeanor and again issued a no-nonsense command that made it clear I expected swift compliance. "Spread your asscheeks apart and show me your asshole."

This time he did as directed. "Wider." Another moan, but he did it.

I was psychologically torturing Eric at this point, but it was necessary to break through his silly misconceptions about sexual pleasure---his and mine. Again, I lingered, doing nothing but enjoying Eric's complete and wanton nakedness. For a crowning touch, I walked around to the front of the table in order to stand in front of him. Crouching down, I looked into his eyes and said, "You're being very good now, Eric. I like it very much that you enjoy showing yourself to me. You look really, really sexy in this position, in spite of what you might think. And I like it that you're enjoying being my little puppy right now. You really are, you know? You're my little handsome, sexy, macho, sextoy who is shamelessly exposing himself to me because he wants so badly what I'm going to do to him. You know that I'm going to put my fingers inside you now, don't you?"

I was drawing this out in an excruciating fashion for him. Still, he nodded, or at least he did what, in his current subservient position, was the closest thing he could manage to a nod.

"Good. I'm glad we finally got things straightened out. It will make it much easier to finish this examination." I walked back to stand behind him. He had maintained his grip on his asscheeks and was holding them wide apart.

Good boy. His asshole was inviting and shiny. Were it not for the lube, I honestly believe I would have leaned my face forward and run my tongue across his aperture, swirling slowly and savoring the intense pleasure I would be giving him.

But not tonight. I pressed two fingers of one hand against the spot just below his anus and above his balls. It would prevent his ejaculation. "Now open up for me, Eric. Completely."

Oh, how I love this part of the taking of a man! The anticipation of seeing the final surrender is stomach-clenching sexy. Eric's surrender was no exception. A small opening appeared in the middle of his crinkly entrance.

"Please, Dr. Greene. I'm doing what you want. Please hurry and finish."

"I'll not hurry, Eric. You know that. I have to be thorough to provide the proper information for your chart. Besides," I said as I positioned the tips of two lubed fingers at the opening he had provided me, "you don't really want me to hurry. That would lessen your enjoyment, wouldn't it?" I pushed into him, and he groaned. "Wouldn't it?" No answer, so I began stroking in and out slowly. "Wouldn't it?" I felt a spasm beneath the fingers I had pressed below his asshole. He would have come had I not prevented it. "Wouldn't it?" I asked again, this time knowing he could not deny that what I was doing was causing him orgasm-level pleasure.

He sagged completely onto the table, every bit of resistance in any muscle of his torso evaporating. Still holding himself open, he admitted the thing that he had denied for so long: "Yes."

"Yes what?" I asked, continuing to stroke into him slowly and gently.

"Yes, I like what you're doing, and I want you to keep doing it."

"Well, maybe just a little bit longer than what I need to do to get the proper information for your chart." I smiled to myself. Now I was going to move to the next level of Eric's surrender.

"You're doing the right thing admitting it, Eric. Now you can enjoy fantasies of this without worrying. I don't think any less of you that you like getting fucked in the ass. I know how pleasurable that can be."

An unintelligible moan came in reply. That and another spasm beneath my fingers. I was creating a serious case of blue balls in my patient. 

Perfect.

"You're going to think of this in the coming days, weeks, and years, Eric. You're going to remember how you feel right now, how it feels to have my fingers sliding in and out of your asshole. You're going to get hard thinking about it, and you're going to jack off to the memory, so just relax and notice everything about how you're my toy right now, giving yourself up to me."

He moaned again.

For another minute of sensuous stroking during which his initially tight asshole started to relax, I talked to him, further messing with his mind. "What a good boy you are, Eric. You're being such a good little toy. Sexy young men like you who strip naked and bend over, then show off their cute little assholes and open themselves up in order to get fucked in their firm little butts by women are so rare. You should be proud of yourself---you're learning to be a great little sextoy for women when you do this. Maybe some other woman will do this to you in the future."

He was moaning and squirming, having lost all control and dignity.

"I think I have what I need for your chart, Eric. You--"

He surprised me by interrupting. "Are you sure you've done a thorough prostrate check, Dr. Greene?"

"Prostate, Eric," I said, correcting. "You mean prostate check. And, yes, I'm sure I have all the information I need." I started withdrawing my fingers. "That's quite a different question from what you asked me before, isn't it?" My fingers were now completely out of his asshole. It remained opened a bit. Inviting. "You're really quite eager for this, asking me to keep on fucking you in the ass."

He groaned in disappointment and frustration. "But I haven't . . . I haven't . . ."

Sad little sextoy---he hadn't gotten the release he was so desperate for. I still held my fingers firmly against the spot between his balls and his asshole. I made sure they were well positioned and preventing any orgasm because my next words were going to drive him crazy.

I leaned over his back and whispered, "What if right now you really give me your virgin little hole?" I placed my fingertips back on his twitching hole and traced circles around the crinkled opening before slipping just the tip of one finger back inside him.

His one-word response---"What?"---held a mixture of excitement, shame, fear, and lust all in one. I was right to keep my fingers against him.

"It's been a long time since I've fucked a little sextoy in his asshole with my pretty strap-on dildo, Eric, and I know you'd like it." Spasm beneath my fingers. "You would like it, wouldn't you?" Another spasm. Eric was in the throes of a full-blown orgasm that was being denied to him. It was overriding everything else going on in his mind or his body.

"Yes, Dr. Greene. Please fuck me."

I held my fingers through a final spasm and then for several seconds beyond. I wanted to be sure he would not come until he was given permission.

"This will be our little secret, Eric." I released my fingers and stepped back. He relaxed his grip on his asscheeks and started move his hands away. "No. No. Stay in position showing me where you want to be fucked."

A moan of contentment came this time. His training was going so well. Again he opened himself to me. "Stay just like that, Eric." I had moved to the drawer hiding my surprise. Before I drew it out, I took out my cell phone lying next to the harness and silently snapped a picture of the splayed open Eric. Quietly, I laid the phone back down into the drawer and picked up the harness with its protruding dildo---a pink, flesh-colored one that would look exciting sliding in and out of Eric's ass.

With my eyes fixed on the young stud draped across my exam table and holding himself obediently open for me, I stepped into the harness and drew it up my legs and underneath my skirt in order to buckle it around my waist. The straps slid into place on top of my panties. When I made the final adjustments and the base of the dildo made contact with my panty-encased clit, which was distended and throbbing, I nearly came.

Checking myself in the mirror on the opposite wall, I was satisfied that I was producing the proper effect: fake cock protruding obscenely from my crotch and sticking out underneath my skirt, about half the six-inch length in view. I wanted Eric to remember forever the sight of the first woman wearing a strap-on that he knew would be sliding up his ass in the next few minutes. I reached into the drawer and placed the cell phone into the pocket of my smock.

"You can stand up now, Eric." I stood several steps behind him, knowing that when he turned around he would see me, faux cock erect and ready to penetrate him. "Turn around."

His eyes widened in—what, shock? I'd bet that he had surfed the 'net pretty thoroughly to find pictures like what he saw before him in person right now. So maybe "shock" wasn't the right word. Let's say, "Anticipation." I smiled. "I'm going to fuck you. Bring me the lube," and I darted my eyes to the counter indicating where he would find it.

What a sexy, sexy scene. His cock was very hard, and it bobbed when he stepped to the counter. There was pre-cum leaking from the tip. Any contact with his erect dick would have caused him to spurt, I was sure. He handed me the lube.

"Smear it on my cock."

He choked back some kind of sound. I couldn't make out what it was, but I imagine it would have been something like a muffled groan of pure lust. I looked directly at him. "And make sure you do a good job and get the lube all the way up and down the shaft because I'm going all the way inside you."

He almost dropped the jar. I was really, really pressing all his buttons. He had no idea how fortunate he was, at his young age, to be tutored in giving himself up to a woman.

Pulling three fingers from the jar with multiple globs of lube clinging to them, he reached forward tentatively. "I imagine you know how to lube up a cock, Eric. You've undoubtedly done it to your own many times." He started slathering on the lubricant. "Why don't you step behind me and reach around. That's probably a much more natural position for you for lube up a cock." He looked up from his task and I smiled at him. "But don't dare let your dick make contact with any part of me or my clothes in the process."

I knew he was keyed up to the point that such a contact would have released a geyser of cum.

He did as he was told—--what a good student!---and was soon expertly covering the dildo with a generous coating of lubricant.

"That should be plenty. Now hop up on the table."

"What?"

"You heard me. Hop up on the table."

"But--"

"I will enjoy seeing your face as I fuck you. You do want me to enjoy myself, don't you?" I had started to thrust the dildo in and out of his fist, mimicking an action I knew he'd taken innumerable times with his own cock.

He released his hold and backed away from me. I turned, wanting him to see the sexy fantasy in person that he'd no doubt played out in his mind many times. It would erase any resistance. I was sure he'd always imagined being taken face down, ass up.

"It would be a pity to waste the fine job you've just done coating the fake cock that's going up your ass."

Just a little more begging at this point would be truly delectable. It came.

"But I don't want you to . . . to, you know--"

"You don't want me to see how much you enjoy it? Is that it?" I emphasized the question with a little bobble of my fake dick.

He swallowed, and then bless his young toy-in-training heart, he walked to the exam table and slid up on it. I saw that his dick had deflated a bit. Good. It would be exciting to see it erect as I slid the dildo up his ass.

I pulled up the stirrups. "Pretty self-explanatory, Eric," I said, and stepped back to watch.

And now, though I thought it absolutely impossible, I became even more aroused. His self-conscious struggles to position his legs in the stirrups, the way he laid a forearm over his eyes to hide his embarrassment, the entire scene made me incredibly aroused and desperate beyond measure to fuck him.

"Scoot down on the table. Your ass needs to be more available to me. And take you arm away from your eyes."

He did what he was told. I took the opportunity to tease him one last time before his deflowering.

"What do you want me to do right now, Eric?"

He whimpered out a sad little excuse for a response: "You know."

"I know what you want, Eric, but I'm not going to give it to you unless you ask me for it."

At that point, feet in the stirrups, his cock and balls plainly in view along with the rippling abs and sexy chest, he closed his eyes and said, "I want you to fuck me."

"Where?"

He groaned in exasperation. "In the ass."

I took the opportunity to pull the phone out and snap another picture. With his head back and eyes closed, he had no idea he was being memorialized this way. Before coming to work, I'd made sure that the phone's memory card had plenty of open space on it.




College Clinic Doctor Ch. 02



I put the phone back in my pocket and stepped up between his wide open legs. I positioned the dildo at the entrance of his asshole and then gripped the sides of his hips. In a second I would be buried to the hilt inside him, and I'd move my hands up to the top of his thighs in order to hug him tight and really hang on to give him a thorough fucking.

Before doing all this, and with the tip of the dildo nudging against his asshole, I said, "Look at me, Eric." And I waited for him to open his eyes. I started pressing my cock into him. "Look at me." I pushed maybe two inches into him and held there, waiting for him to obey my command.

When he did, the look in his eyes drove me over the edge. It was a look of total supplication, total surrender, total lust for what I could do to him. 

And that's just what I was waiting for before issuing my final orders of the evening.

"Your hand is still covered in lube, Eric. Stroke your cock while I fuck you in the ass." With those words I buried the dildo completely inside him. 

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god," were the string of words out of his mouth that accompanied his hand moving to his cock. I began to stroke in and out, pressing the base of the dildo against my clit on the in-stroke, and releasing the pressure on the out-stroke. It felt, as always, crazy sexy divine.

I continued watching him, knowing that he was watching me. It would not take long for him to come.

"This way, Eric, when you cum, it won't create a mess. You're going to shoot all over yourself. I'm going to watch." I was going a bit more slowly now, dragging out the pleasure.

He really began jacking off in earnest. His eyes screwed shut and he gave himself—totally and shamelessly—to the pleasure he was experiencing. This, again, was just as I'd planned. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the cell phone. It took only one press of a button and I was into movie capture mode.

Eric was very close.

"Aaaghh," was the sexy moan that accompanied his intense orgasm. As jet after powerful jet of sperm flew from his cock as he continued stroking, I captured it all for posterity in video. Being ready to end my own frustration at delaying orgasm, I snapped the phone shut---which caused him to open his eyes and notice in horror that he'd been captured in the throes of orgasm with a strap-on dildo buried in his ass. That was the look that I knew would trigger an intense, quaking orgasm. I slammed the dildo home, held it there, and screwed my crotch against his flanks.

The orgasm that hit me created stars in my eyes, and I fell against one of Eric' legs. He was heaving in exhaustion from his own orgasm.

I opened my eyes dreamily and whispered, "Don't worry, Eric. This is for my own viewing pleasure. Except that when you come in next year for your physical, I'm going to show it to you."

And the next year, Eric was prompt for his physical.

* * *

My Eric was completely beside himself. He let go of the doorframe. "Get that ring off me," he said in desperation. "I have to be inside you RIGHT NOW!"

He gathered me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. As he laid me on the bed, he said, "Some night when you're working late and everyone else has gone home from the clinic, call me. I'll come right over with the form that the track coach says must be signed by the doctor. You can give me that exam."

"I will, baby," I cooed into his ear as he settled on top of me after ripping off my panties and bra. "Only it will take longer than the exam in the story, and I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it."



College Clinic Doctor



At this point I realized that I wanted to hear Julie describe the video. God help me, I know it's completely wrong to "mix business and pleasure." Yes, absolutely. It is wrong.

"What was on the video?" I asked, the clipchart now resting in my lap. 

Julie stiff-armed the edge of the table and leaned forward a bit. "This lady was stepping into a strapon harness that had a rubber cock fastened to the part of the harness that fits up against your crotch. She was talking to a naked guy who was sitting on the bed. And his dick was really, really hard---it was sticking straight up to ceiling, so you knew he was anxious for the woman to do him."

I had to say something at this point to make it seem like I was Julie's doctor and was asking these things only in the name of providing her medical advice. (Could I do it without cutting short Julie's description? I hoped not.)

"Yes, yes, I understand, Julie. I'm just trying to find out if you--"

Then Julie, bless her heart, rushed right on with her description.

"She was telling him things that got me so hot I couldn't stand it. Things that made me want to do it to Jonas. She said that she was going to love how good it felt when she slid it inside him and squirmed against his ass."

I crossed my legs as I sat on the stool.

"Just hearing that one thing made me know I wanted to do Jonas, Dr. Greene. So if you're worried that I'm not into this and that Jonas is making me do it, well, you can see that I'm the one that's eager for it, but I just know he's going to love it, too."

I smiled, trying to tamp down the mental imagery running behind my eyes---the images that Julie's description had started.

"Then the video showed the woman finishing with lubing the strapon. She poured more lube into her hand and told the guy to get on his hands and knees on the bed and put his chest down to the mattress. She smeared the lube all over his crack and put her fingers inside him. He was moaning. She asked if he was ready to get fucked. He made this really sexy, kind of surrender-type sound when he said, 'Yes,' and then she slid her strapon into him in one slow stroke."

"Julie, that's plenty. You can stop now. I was just trying to make sure that you're going to be okay with this."

This time I really did want her to stop. Her explicit description of the man-fucking video she saw which launched her desire to fuck her boyfriend in the ass with a strapon was arousing me. I had to get back to being a college clinic doctor.

A college clinic doctor doesn't slide her hand down the front of her slacks in order to press a fingertip firmly against her aroused clit to intensify the pleasurable sensations she knows are waiting there. Julie's video description was making me desperate to do just that.

"Oh. Sorry," she said, blinking twice and looking down at the floor. "I'm sorry, Dr. Greene. I got carried away. It's just so . . . well, the whole idea is just so hot and sexy that it's pretty easy to get way over the top when I talk about it. I really appreciate that I can discuss this kind of stuff with you, though. You have no idea how hard it is to find anybody that's willing to listen, not to judge, and who's also qualified to give advice on things like this."

If she only knew.

"Okay, I understand," I said, smiling at her. "There's a real mental aspect to taking a man with a strapon, and it might even be more exciting than the physical sensations of doing it. I had to make sure you were prepared for that, and it's pretty clear, based on your description of the video you saw and how you reacted to it, that you're into this idea both mentally and physically. That's good."

I stood up from the stool and smoothed out my smock. Looking at my young patient as she sat expectantly on the exam table, I said, "Get Jonas in here for a check-up, Julie, and arrange it for the one night a week when I'm the physician on duty. This semester that happens to be Tuesdays, which is a good night because there's usually nothing going on which could interrupt us for the short time I'm going to help you out with your situation."

Then I told Julie how the scenario was going to play out.

Next, I went to my office and dialed Eric's work number. Knowing it had been several weeks since Eric's and my last session with the strapon, I thought he might be ready to bend over for me this evening. "Sweetie," I whispered into the phone, "the doctor informs me that she's found something she needs to investigate further based on your last exam. The doctor happens to be working her one late night of the week tonight and has asked me to check with you to see if you can come in tonight for additional tests. Do you think you can make it?"

I congratulated myself. Nice---even if anyone at the clinic overheard anything, no one would ever know the code I had just used meant I had asked my handsome boyfriend to strip and surrender his tight little asshole to my fingers and my strapon tonight.

"Um, let me check my calendar," Eric said. I could picture the smile on his face when he spoke those words, knowing that he was teasing me as part of our little game. "Uh, yeah, that looks like it should be okay."

"Oh, wonderful. I don't want anything to be wrong with you, and it's such a relief knowing the doctor can work you in tonight." (I was mentally word playing when I said that: ". . . knowing that Dr. Greene can work into you tonight," was what I meant.)

"Did the doctor say anything about what needs to be followed up on?" Eric asked, and I definitely heard a little smile in his voice.

"Well, not in a lot of detail. You know---patient confidentiality and all that. I do remember, though, something the nurse said about the necessity for a follow-up prostate check."

After hanging up, I went immediately to the bathroom, which was one of those small, single-toilet, unisex bathrooms common at clinics and doctors' offices. Locking the door---something everyone expects to be done---gave me the privacy I absolutely had to have at that moment. I quickly squirmed my slacks and panties down my legs far enough to sit on the toilet seat and splay my legs open, which gave me the access to my moist pussy that I had to have. Then, as unprofessional as it was to do it in my place of business, I gave in to the intense sexual arousal that was my own fantasy of strapon man-fucking. I stroked my clit as I worked a couple of buttons open on my blouse to snake the other hand in and push one of my bra cups up so I could get to my hard nipple. The orgasm I had as I ran a movie in my mind of Eric's gorgeous ass in front of me, cheeks firmly in my grip as I held him open, and the tip of my strapon slowly entering his tight hole while he moaned and encouraged me to go deeper was a delicious warm-up to what would happen that night when he got home.

* * *

"Your vitals all look good, Jonas. You're smart to come in, though. This is a good time in your life to get some baseline adult readings of your physical condition. That can be very helpful in the future for a doctor who's trying to figure out what's wrong if you encounter any problems. The clinic here provides a summary you can take with you."

He was sitting on the exam table, and I'd just checked his eyes and ears, listened with the stethoscope to his lungs, and was preparing to proceed to the more interesting parts of Jonas' examination.

"Let me step outside for a minute while you take off your clothes and slip into this"---I held out the standard-issue examination gown---"and then I'll come in so we can do your hernia check." I didn't mention anything that would come after that, but I'm sure Jonas knew my finger was going up his ass in the next few minutes.

What Jonas didn't know was that Julie was at the clinic, too. She was in the examination room next to where Jonas was about to get the ride of his life. I pulled the curtain around the exam table area to let Jonas know I was concerned about his privacy as he disrobed. There was a more important reason, however, that I drew the curtain closed.

I quietly stepped out of the room after drawing the curtain and went directly into the room next door down the hall. Julie had just stepped into the harness when I entered the room where she was readying herself. We had agreed that Jonas was the only one who was going to be naked during my assistance with his initiation. I had actually been the one to insist on that, even though I knew I would desperately want access to my crotch for some intense masturbation at the scene I would be witnessing. Still, it was the right thing to do, and I'm sure it helped put Julie more at ease. With all the bravura she exhibited in her conversation the week before, she was still a virgin at doing a man, and she was still a coed who knew she was pushing the limit in a decidedly risky (but therefore that much more exciting) venture at her university's clinic.

I watched as she slipped the dildo through the opening and snugged up the straps.

She blushed when she saw me come in and fumbled with a buckle.

"Are you excited about doing this, Julie?" I asked.

"Excited. Embarrassed. Really wet already. You name it, Dr. Greene. This is just so . . . so . . ."

"Enough said," I reassured, holding up my hand. "Just do as we planned." I patted her shoulder, waited for her to make her final adjustment to the way the end of the dildo was positioned on the crotch of the dance tights she was wearing, and then I handed her a latex glove from the dispenser in the room. She struggled into it, finally tugging it on completely. Playing out our devious plan, she dipped into the opened jar of lube on the counter and drew out a glob which she quickly deposited on the top side of the make-believe cock sticking out from the harness. She smeared the lube liberally around the dildo, coating her gloved fingers in the process.

I stepped out the door, making sure that the only other person at the clinic right then, the receptionist in front, wasn't for some reason back in the exam rooms area, and then nodded for Julie to follow me. The whereabouts of the receptionist wasn't something I was worried about. She was trained not to venture back into the exams room area. Staying out helped minimize patient embarrassment.

Julie followed me into the room where Jason would be deflowered, and before I squeezed through the small opening between the curtain and the wall, I pressed my finger to my lips as a I glanced back at Julie.

Jonas was sitting on the exam table in his gown. I pulled a latex glove from the dispenser on the counter and snapped it against my wrist when it was completely on my hand. I always do that. It somehow seems to emphasize who's in charge.

Jonas began to blush. I just love that when I'm about to do these examinations on attractive college studs.

"Stand here in front of the exam table," I said, motioning to the spot, "and lift your gown so I have access to your testicles."

Jonas did as he was told. I continued with my directions, talking a bit more loudly than I would have normally---Julie would love hearing this---but not too loudly so as to draw the attention of the receptionist.

"Thank you. Now spread your legs apart a bit farther so your testicles dangle freely."

Being a doctor sometimes has rewards that compensate for the ridiculous interning hours and the gauntlet of med school.

I cupped his balls in my gloved hand.

"Jonas, would you lift your penis out of the way while I check your testicles for lumps."

He swallowed, and the blush on his face had deepened. But he was a trooper, and he did as he was told.

I rolled the vulnerable orbs between my fingers. "You should do this periodically in the shower to check for any unusual bumps or spots that feel different. Testicular cancer is highly curable if caught early." I continued for longer than was really necessary, but Jonas wouldn't know that. He had nice balls.

"Okay, Dr. Greene," he managed to grit out. I saw that his penis was starting to engorge by noting its appearance between his fingers as he held his cock. I looked down to ensure that he didn't see my smile. And I continued to slowly and sensuously glide my gloved fingers around his balls.

I removed my hand. "You can let go of your penis now. I need to do the hernia check."

He hesitated. I loved it. I knew why he was slow to respond moving his hand. It was because his cock had been quick to respond.

Finally he acquiesced and put his hand nervously at his side. His cock was at half mast.

"Don't be embarrassed, Jonas," I said, again being sure that Julie, standing just outside the curtain, could hear me clearly. "It's natural that a man's penis will tumesce as a result of having his scrotum and testicles manipulated."

He exhaled a bit. "This is so embarrassing . . ."

"Happens a lot in my line of business," I joked. I wanted to put him at ease. He would have to be nice and relaxed for what was to come.

I planted my gloved hand in the appropriate spot on the right side. "Turn your head and cough for me, Jonas." Lovely boy---he did as he was told. "Again," after moving my hand to the left side. What a good boy at following directions.

I rose from the stool to stand in front of him. "I do have to get a feel of your prostate, Jonas. Let me adjust the table for you." He moved to the side, his naked cock swinging slightly, I knew, beneath his gown, and I dropped the front and rear sections so that when he leaned over the table his head would hang down. I didn't want him to see Julie observing his examination. "Please stand here with your legs spread and bend over the table. It's probably best to remove the gown first," I said, not explaining why this would be necessary.

In fact it wouldn't, but the visual would be so much hotter for Julie if she saw her guy in that position completely naked.

I simply adore obedient men. Jonas moved into position. "A little wider, please," I said, gently tapping on the inside of one of his thighs.

This is the part of these examinations that I like the most. Seeing the guy get into position. Seeing him adjust himself so that he is open for me. And the way their cocks and balls hang down between their spread legs is so sexy. But the exquisite moment of anticipation as I watch all this is undeniably the most toe-curlingly erotic part of the entire ritual. The torturous anticipation builds rapidly because I know I' m going to penetrate them, and they're going to willingly---if not always with enjoyment---submit to the most intimate examination a woman can ever give a man.

I have analyzed this at length, I can assure you. How does a doctor separate what she does professionally from what she adores doing to her own man? I have wondered if male doctors have to struggle with this when they give female patients a digital rectal exam or have to do pap smears and other intimate tests. At first, I worried---agonized---over how I should handle this. But that made me nervous during my examinations of men, something which was definitely not good. (There's enough prejudice against female doctors, period, without a "lady doctor" being nervous with male patients adding fuel to the fire.) So I realized I had to get over my issues.

The answer came pretty easily: Enjoy my work.

When the guy is fit, handsome, and nervous is when I like my job the best. Jonas met those qualifications nicely. He had an adorable ass. As he moved into position I watched his strong legs flex. Then came the best part. He lowered his chest to the table, which raised his naked butt in the air.

"That's it, Jonas. Now just stay like that for a moment and let me get the lubricant. I don't want you experiencing any discomfort."

The jar of lube usually stays on the counter next to the latex gloves. I'd put it on the other side of the curtain on purpose. I pulled the curtain slightly away from the wall.

That was Julie's cue. She moved silently into place, handing me the jar of lube. I smiled at her, and she stood quietly, her eyes wide at the sight before her.

"Okay, Jonas, I've coated my finger very well. Now I'm going to lubricate your anus." I saw Jonas' legs twitch, and I know Julie saw it, too. He knew he was going to enjoy what I was about to do, but he didn't want me to know that.

I spread his taut asscheeks apart with the fingers of my left hand while I balanced the dollop of lube I'd scooped from the jar on one fingertip of my gloved hand. At this point I stepped slightly to the side so that Julie's view was totally unobstructed. I looked back to see that she had moved one hand to her breasts, and the fingers of her gloved hand were lightly playing across the phallus jutting from her crotch, smearing the lube around.

"Relax a bit, Jonas. I must do a visual inspection for hemorrhoids at this point, and I need you to unclench your anus completely for the inspection. Please try to open up a bit if you can." It was true that a visual inspection is part of these procedures, but that part about opening up isn't really necessary. It would turn Julie on to hear it, though, and Jonas might really do it, which would be a huge turn-on for me. Seeing a man open himself upon command is beyond sexy. It's something that pushes every last one of my erotic buttons.

It was important for Julie to see Jonas obey. I was certain it would arouse her enormously. I smiled slightly as I held my patient's asscheeks spread apart. (Perhaps Julie and Jonas would re-create this little scenario in a role play sometime in the future: Nurse Julie would undoubtedly find something during patient Jonas' exam which would require a very thorough digital exploration inside the snug confines of his warm anus . . ..)

My visual inspection in this instance must have taken a long time in Jonas' mind. Wanting Julie to enjoy herself as much as I was while we two partners in crime readied him for Julie to take his cherry, I held Jonas open and vulnerable for as long as I dared.

And both of us were delighted to see that, about fifteen seconds after my directions to open for me, Jonas' cute little pucker relaxed a bit, and a small aperture appeared in the center. I grinned back at Julie when the aperture came into view, and she silently moved a bit closer.

"Thank you, Jonas. I know that might have been embarrassing, but it helps me be as thorough as possible in documenting your health status. Now, please remain as open as you can for the next part. It will help if your anus is relaxed and offering minimal resistance when I lubricate you."

Julie was rubbing her breasts in earnest at this point. Thank goodness she was being quiet about it. In truth, Jonas might not have heard a small, unusual sound at that point because I caught the slightest of moans that came from him. He quickly quieted, and I'm sure that if I had walked around to the front of the table to look at his face, he would have been as red as a beet.

It was a pity I couldn't do that. Seeing the shame and embarrassment on his face mixed so delightfully with the expression of being excited beyond measure and willing to be toyed with is one of the most delicious parts of doing a man. Perhaps Julie would figure this out for herself.

Jonas, for his part, was playing the role Julie and I had laid out for him to the hilt. The fact that he didn't know it was that much more a turn-on.

My gloved fingertip made contact with his opened hole. He started at the contact, and I felt his asshole tighten, as I knew it would. Anticipating the reaction, my finger was already in to the first knuckle. I held it there firmly, my other hand continuing to spread his butt apart for Julie's viewing pleasure.

"Relax, Jonas. I'm not going to hurt you." Again, it took several seconds before I felt him start to relax. It was normal that it would once more take a bit of time for his anus to accommodate my command. The rush that I got from feeling him give himself up to the finger I had poised at the entrance of his asshole was pretty normal for me, too.




College Clinic Doctor



I looked back at Julie and mouthed the words, "This is so hot." She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes moving quickly from reading my lips to her boyfriend's complete nakedness and vulnerability in front of us. Julie's small tremors of sexual excitement were evident as she watched. I nodded approvingly as I noted the sexy effect those tremors produced in the motion of the strapon she was wearing.

Oh, how I wished it were me wearing that strapon!

"Now just relax."

I pushed firmly, insistently yet slowly, until my finger was buried completely in Jonas Tarleton's asshole. Julie was watching intently, I knew.

I coated Jason's anal walls thoroughly with the lube. Then I began palpating his prostate.

"Your prostate seems to be okay, Jonas." I slid my fingertip off of it as I backed my finger out a bit. He may have thought the examination was concluded at that point. It wasn't. I pushed in again until I had bottomed out once more.

"Just let me check one thing. I thought I might have felt something there." Again I palpated the nub under my fingertip. Jonas' cock, which at this point had lengthened and firmed, was pressed onto the side of table along with his thighs, and I noted with satisfaction that a small drop of pre-cum had started to leak from the tip. I caught Julie's attention with my eyes and nodded my head toward Jonas' naked dick. The smile on her face told me she saw his pleasure leakage, too. She unconsciously licked her lips.

"I'm 99.9% sure you're completely fine, Jonas, but I am going to have to insert a second finger to find out. This means you really will have to relax and open as wide as possible for me."

I felt like a high school kid who with her girlfriend was flipping through the pages of our first Playgirl. I'd given many prostate exams in my career, but the sheer naughtiness of this one took me back to the pit-of-the-stomach excitement that comes with an initial sexual thrill.

Easing my finger out of Jonas' ass, I said, "Let me apply some more lube so this is as comfortable as possible."

Julie took her cue and stepped boldly closer. She laid her gloved and lubricated fingertips against Jonas' asshole as I continued to hold him open.

"Thank you for being a good patient during this, Jonas," I said. I scooted to the side to allow Julie to move into better position. I eased my left hand away from his ass as I did so, and Julie continued to smear lube on his anus.

At this point I did step to the front of the table. Quietly, quietly---I didn't want him opening his eyes yet. I knew they'd be shut as he tried to maintain his composure during the examination.

When I was standing in front of him I nodded to Julie, who quickly slid two fingers deep inside him. I bent down in front of his face and said, "You are truly being a very good boy, Jonas."

His eyes flew open in shock to see me smiling at him.

"What the-–"

"Yes, you really are being such a good boy, Jonas," said Julie, who now was starting to pump her fingers in and out of his asshole.

He started to get up, but Julie put her ungloved hand on the small of his back and pressed down firmly as she leaned over him.

"Baby, I asked Dr. Greene to help me. Don't be angry. And don't get up. I know you like getting finger-fucked, and you are making me so hot. This whole thing is just off the chart, babe. You can't even imagine how turned on I am. You are my sexy, masculine, hunky boyfriend, and I am so lucky to have you." She withdrew her fingers and then plunged them in again. "I want you to feel really, really good. I want to give you the best sex you'll ever, ever have, and I asked Dr. Greene to help me learn how to do that. Don't be angry, please don't be angry. You are the sexiest guy I have ever known, Jonas, and if you knew how wet you're making me right now, you'd know that I can't even imagine how lucky I am to be with you."

She was being careful as she leaned over him not to let the dildo make contact.

Julie continued her sexy entreaties. Jonas was still squirming under her, and I moved away so he no longer had to watch me watching him get it in the ass as his girlfriend finger-fucked him. Maybe he would have liked being forced to look in my eyes as she stroked her fingers in and out, but being the neophyte he was (what 21-year-old isn't a neophyte?), I didn't want to do anything that might contribute to his decision to stop these fantastic proceedings.

"Please enjoy this, baby," Julie cooed. "We're getting coached by a pro who's going to make sure everything I do is perfect and pleases you and makes you really, really excited." Her breathy directions were incredibly sexy. I wished I'd thought to hide a recorder somewhere in the room to capture all of this for posterity.

"It's okay to enjoy it, Jonas," I said, standing by his side. I peeled off the glove and dropped it into the wastebasket. Then I laid a hand on Jonas' back to stroke gently and reassure him some more. "Julie asked me for instructions to make sure she did everything exactly right to give you the most pleasure when she plays with your ass. She truly wants you to have the absolute best time possible, to be as turned on as possible, and to have the most mind-bending orgasms possible when she does this to you. Isn't that amazing? Isn't she amazing for wanting to give you the most pleasure possible?"

Julie was slowly fucking Jonas' hole now, doing it the way she knew he liked it.

"Mmmm," was all Jonas could manage in the situation, but his struggles to get up had eased. With a groan, he ceased his silly attempts to raise up off the table, and I patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"That's it, Jonas. Julie is going to make you feel great. She has a special surprise planned for you, and that's why she wanted me here---to make sure she does it right and in a way that makes you crazy to come."

I nodded to Julie, who slipped her fingers from his asshole and stepped closer between his legs. The strapon bobbed deliciously as she did so, and after a couple of seconds of getting into position, Julie grabbed the dildo by the base and tapped the tip against Jonas' glistening asshole.

"Open up for me, Jonas," Julie directed.

"What are you doing?" he asked, craning his head up to try to see how Julie was creating the sensation he was feeling on the center of his asshole.

I stepped to the front of the table and grabbed his head with both hands so he was looking at me. "Just do as she says, Jonas. Julie is going to fuck you in the ass."

His expression was priceless. The look made me incredibly horny, and at this point I had dropped all pretense of physician-speak. What the hell---what was happening was way past the bounds of propriety for a physician.

I had become a sex tutor.

"Just open up, babe," Julie said as she stopped tapping and started to slide the tip of the phallus up and down across his asshole. I released my grip on his face and stepped back to plant both my hands on his firm asscheeks. I spread him open wide and said, "Okay, Julie, push the tip in about an inch and just hold it there."

"Mmmmf," was Jonas' reaction. I leaned across the small of his back and maintained my grip on his cheeks, splaying him open to Julie's strapon invasion and at the same time trapping Jonas beneath me in a way that clearly communicated that trying to avoid his first ass-fucking was not going to be possible.

"His hole will try to close shut at this point. Stay motionless with just that much of your strapon inside him."

Jonas' cute little pucker actually fluttered around the dildo.

Again: "Mmmmf." This time, it was louder.

"Now push in another couple of inches and hold."

Julie pushed slowly. Jonas groaned. I hastily released my grip, and Julie grabbed his hips for better leverage now that she was pushing her strapon into him. "Sometimes men get a bit vocal when you take them like this," I said, kicking off my shoes and unzipping my slacks. "It's a real turn-on to hear it," I continued, shimmying out of my slacks, "but we can't risk too much noise in here, Julie." I pulled off my panties and walked to the front of the exam table.

"Open," I said, looking into Jonas' eyes.

I held my panties in front of his face. No doubt he saw---and smelled---that there was a wet spot on the crotch, which I'd made sure to display as I dangled the garment in front of him.

And what a rush it was when he obediently opened his mouth. 

Now, I'm not yet a practiced man-fucker, and Eric and I are only beginning our exploration of the erotic role reversal that comes with the surrender of the male asshole to a strapon-wielding woman who adores doing a man in that way. I also haven't seen or read a lot of erotica on this topic, but I have seen ball gags at the sextoy shop and can imagine their utility in muffling silly little protests from a man receiving a good fucking. With no such instrument available, however, I took the opportunity to use my panties as a gag. I pushed them into Jonas' mouth with the admonition, "Don't spit these out, Julie's pet. We don't mind your vocalizing. In fact, we adore it. But you understand the need for discretion here, no?"

Jonas' expression indicated he understood. And then I saw the shock in his eyes as Julie buried the strapon completely inside him.

I had a mini-orgasm.

"Stop, Julie. Let him accommodate to the intrusion. He will adjust."

I buttoned my physician's smock, and with my blouse on, at least it looked as though I had a skirt on beneath the smock. "I apologize, Julie. I know I promised that only Jonas ' crotch would be seen naked during this lesson, but you understand the need for quick action?"

Julie grinned at me. "It's okay, Dr. Johnson. I know he likes it."

So much for my worries if Julie would have asked why I didn't just use a roll of elastic bandage or something.

Jonas' muffled groan through his gag was hard to decipher. It was either a protest or an acquiescence. Either way, the point was Julie's sexual satisfaction and excitement as she glued herself against his firm glutes and began pressing insistently against him, burying the strapon deeper with each thrust.

He was squirming under Julie's control. She held him firmly by the hips as she pressed her crotch tight against his naked flanks. Then, showing a natural talent for screwing men in the ass, she reached up to Jonas' shoulders and gripped him there while pressing her chest into his back. It pinned him quite effectively to the table and also allowed her to begin humping into him in earnest.

"This is gonna make me come, baby. It feels so good. The dildo inside you is rubbing against my pussy when I fuck you. I love how it feels. I love you giving yourself up to me." Julie was whispering this into Jonas' ear as she laid against him and squirmed her crotch against his naked ass. "Do you like it, babe? Does it feel as good as my fingers inside you when I give you a blowjob? Do you want to come, baby? You always tell me that my fingerfucking makes you shoot."

Poor Jonas' tongue was tied, so to speak. "Mmmmf," was as good as the answer---whatever it was---could come out.

Then Julie said something for which I was totally unprepared.

"Dr. Johnson, my baby needs to come, and I'm getting really close myself. Would you get some of that lube and start jacking him off while I really start stroking into him?"

Without waiting for an answer, Julie pulled back on Jonas' shoulders, effectively dragging him backward several inches. This moved his hips back a bit from the section of the exam table I had dropped down for him to lean over. The result was that his cock was now freed from being pressed against the flat surface of the dropped-down table section.

And it was immediately clear that Jonas was very much enjoying being screwed in the ass.

I stepped to the counter, pulled a latex glove from the dispenser, picked up the jar of lube, and then swaggered back to the front of the table so Jonas could see me putting on the glove.

"I'm not going to use my bare hand to jack you off, Jonas. Only Julie owns that privilege. But your girlfriend has asked for assistance in making you come, and while she's building to the intense orgasm that is guaranteed as a result of fucking you, I'm going to lube up your cock and stroke you until you come buckets."

Jonas groaned deeply into the gag, indicating his willingness and eagerness to submit to the way we were going to use him.

"Oh, shit," said Julie, panting in obvious excitement. "Baby, this is so hot. This is so hot. I love fucking you, baby."

"But Jonas," I said, "it's important that you not come until you're told. I will stop your impending orgasm if you get too close too soon." I snapped the glove around my wrist after slipping into it to emphasize my control.

I saw him bite down into the panties stuffed into his mouth. What followed immediately was a moan that communicated all the tortured exasperation of a male who wanted desperately to come yet was not in a position to do anything physically to make that happen. He was being used for Julie's pleasure, and she was going to come, that was beyond doubt. Whether he was going to get off was totally at her pleasure, and she had indicated her willingness for it to happen.

I loved the moan. It made me tease him some more while Julie continued fucking him.

"I'm a very good masturbatrix, Jonas. As a doctor, I know just where to press to make you come, and just where to press to stop you from coming. I can stretch it out for hours if I want."

Oh, his expression was so hot. I can see it now in my memory.

"Start jacking him, Dr. Greene. I'm getting really excited." Julie managed to eke the words out between thrusts into Jonas' ass.

I dipped my fingers into the jar on the floor in front of Jonas and smiled evilly at him.

"Your girlfriend has given me permission to handle you, Jonas. Your cock is mine now."

He closed his eyes. I knew he was concentrating on delaying the urge to ejaculate when he heard me tell him that I owned his cock.

Julie was quite enthusiastic in her taking of Jonas' ass, and I had to maneuver a bit to get access to his cock in a manner that would allow me to stroke, and if necessary, to reach to the spot just behind his balls where I would press to short-circuit an orgasm.

He was dripping pre-cum and hard as steel. I watched for a few seconds in fascination as Julie's strapon plowed into him repeatedly.

"Please, Dr. Greene," huffed Julie, "I'm really, really close."

I grabbed his cock with my gloved hand and with a tight grip began sliding it from the base all the way to the tip and back again. He was bucking up against Julie, trying to take more of the strapon while simultaneously trying to thrust into my fist.

Jonas was as much of a natural in taking a strapon as Julie was in giving it.

"Oh, god, now, Dr. Greene. Now!"

I should have gagged Julie, too. But I concentrated a few short, quick strokes of a vice-like grip right on the spot under the head of Jonas' cock.

That's all it took, and I stepped back to take in the erotic sight before me.

Julie's orgasm was racking her body, and she was suffering through the exquisite pleasure of intense release, spasms rolling over her in waves, alternating with shivers and a frenzied slamming of her crotch into Jonas' backside. Gagged as he was, Jonas was grunting and snorting through his own intense orgasm, spurting a series of powerful jets of cum against the table. And he was backing like a champ into the strapon buried in his ass.

They collapsed into a heap, she on top of him, he squirming beneath her for a few seconds before gripping the sides of the table. He pushed himself up a bit, reached for the panties and pulled them out his mouth, and then dropped in exhaustion back to the table, all the while Julie pressing herself onto his back and the dildo into his ass. 

I stepped to the side of the table and whispered to Julie, "Stay inside him for a couple of minutes to heighten the realization of just who fucked whom right now."

And I gathered my slacks, panties, and shoes and exited quietly to the room next door to put myself back together.