WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and contains graphic depictions of fairly violent sex. Do not attempt at home. Do not read if you are not an adult.
The Procedure - by The Archer
Story inspired by the artwork of Franco
Mike had no time for this shit. He was a happy, healthy, strapping young jock and he certainly didn’t need a physical to tell him that. The 20 year old athlete sat uncomfortably on the examination table. Impatiently he tapped his bare foot on the metal leg as he waited for the doctor to arrive. He had always hated these things, but it was policy that all student athletes have regular physicals. So he here sat, wearing only a medical gown, his bare ass resting on the cold table. He checked his watch and rolled his eyes at how long this was taking. He had to get back to his frat and get ready for the kegger. Dude, he was going to get so drunk tonight. Or at least that was the plan. Now if he could just get the fuck out of this doctor’s office. Finally the door opened and Dr. Reynolds entered the room.
William Reynolds was tired. It had been a long day to say the least. He had seen dozens of patients today, and just wanted to get home. But a good doctor’s work was never done, and the university had scheduled one last minute physical so that one of their star athletes would be authorized to compete. Dr. Reynolds adjusted his glasses to get a look at the patient. Michael Kurpowski looked like every other jock that came into his office. Hot, entitled and dumb. The boy had short brown spikey hair, and his muscular frame seemed to bulge out from the comically small medical gown. A smirk of annoyance crossed the boy’s handsome face as he sighed visibly at the sight of the late doctor. Now Dr. Reynolds appreciated a fine cut piece of man hunk like every other self-respecting gay man. But he had little time for shithead punks who thought their shit didn’t stink. He wasn’t getting paid enough for this.
Conversely, Mike wasn’t too impressed by the 40 something bald Doctor Reynolds. Just some nerd in glasses. From Mike’s point of view this asshole was the only thing keeping him from playing, partying and pussy.
“Let’s get the fuck on with it,” the jock thought. But the physical seemed to take forever. A million and a have questions about everything under the sun followed by an endless series of tests. Blood pressure. Weight. Body fat. The athlete made his displeasure known. Sighing and guffawing at every new measurement the doctor took.
“How much longer is this fucking going to take? I’ve got shit to do man.”
“Just one more test. Please lay back on the table, and place your legs in these stirrups.” The doctor replied grimly. “I have to perform a prostate exam.”
Mike narrowed his eyes. “Fine whatever dude, just hurry the fuck up.” He hadn’t even heard what the doctor had said actually, except that this was the last test. Mike leaned back against the table, raising his legs into the stirrups. He didn’t even notice as the doctor looped straps around his legs, locking him in. Even when his arms were fastened to the table at the elbow, his eyes were still glued to his phone as he browsed a social network.
Dr. Reynolds snapped a glove on his right hand, and liberally coated it with lubrication. The doctor smiled at the sight of the oblivious patient. He was going to enjoy teaching this punk a lesson. He sat down on a stool, and wheeled himself towards the athlete. As Mike was posting a response to a picture of a drunk friend, Dr. Reynolds casually pushed his index finger past the boy’s anal ring to the knuckle.
“AAAANNGGHHAWDW” was not only the sound that Michael Kurposwki made as he felt his cherry busted by the doctor’s thick digit but also what the boy’s hands accidentally posted on his teammate’s photo before dropping the phone.
“WHAT THE FUC..NGGhh” Mike was unsuccessful in asking the doctor what the fuck he was doing as the doctor continued to frig his asshole.
“As I said earlier, its called a prostate exam,” said the doctor cooly checking his watch. “I’m checking for signs of cancer. Should I be more gentle? I had just thought you were a man. My mistake.”
Mike bit, hook line and sinker. “IM A FUH... HUCKING MAN.” Dr. Reynolds smirked. Dumb jocks fall for it every time.
“Well then, would you kindly let me continue with the exam.”
Mike narrowed his eyes at the physician, and the two stared at each other. The elder doctor looked quite a bit less geezer-like this time to the boy though. Dr. Reynolds, while bald, was hairy everywhere else, with curly hair spilling out of his collar and sleeves. And he was big too. Not quite as muscular as the athlete, but still quite imposing in his own right. The doctor smiled pleasantly at the athlete as he added a second finger punching in and out of the boy’s hole.
“Alright, just fucking finish man. Fuck!” Mike laid back down on the table sighing in defeat and shut his eyes.
Soon the “prostate exam” progressed to 3 fingers pistoning in and out of the jock’s hole. The boy’s deflowered bum belched out lubrication at each insertion of the man’s digits. Mike could shut his eyes but he couldn’t block the feelings of his virgin hole being roughly explored for the first time. He had no previous experience with any of these sensations. He felt so full. But he had no clue how much more full he would be getting.
The athlete gasped and his eyes flew open as he felt something inside of him ache with pleasure. The doctor had begun the examination in earnest, repeatedly prodding and massaging the boy’s prostate.
“Oh fuck. Oh FUCK,” Mike was horrified to find his erection raising up his medical gown. His cock spit out precum, leaving a stain on the fabric.
“You aren’t going to cum are you boy?”
“No, doc!”
“I hope not son. A real man can control their dick. I will have to stop the exam if you don’t think you can control yourself boy?”
“NGG.. I won’t cuuuuum.”
“Well just to be safe.” The doctor swiftly pulled the gown from the boy. “No need to get this even more dirtied with your spunk.”
Mike was completely naked now. His impressive 10 inch cock stood at complete attention and dripped precum onto his washboard pale abs. Sweat poured off the athlete’s quivering body as his hole expanded to take more and more of the doctor’s hand. Dr. Reynolds was quite frankly surprised at the boy’s behavior. He had expected swearing and resistance. But not only was Mike’s boypussy expanding with relative ease, the athlete was being brought to orgasm by just anal stimulation. This stupid stud was one horny fucker. Perhaps he could be the one? It was too early to tell.
Soon enough Mike felt that familiar tingling in his balls.
“Oh god. Oh god. I’m gonna cum Doc!”
The doctor’s right hand continued its anal assault unabated.
“I thought you wouldn’t be able to take it.”
“Can’t...help...it!” pleaded the athlete.
“Fine.” The doctor sighed with embellished exasperation. With his right hand still pumping away, the doctor deftly lassoed the jock’s nuts in twine, and pulled them away from his body. Mike grunted in discomfort from the new pressure on his balls, but it did seem to work to stem the oncoming orgasm.
“Now can we please finish the exam?”
“Sorry....doctor!” stammered the young man. Mike tried to brace himself. He could do this. He was a man’s man. A jock. No way he could let some medical exam by some middle aged doctor get him off.
But as his mind fought to get control, his cock still begged for a release it could not achieve. His boner occasionally sputtered out precum, drizzling his shaft and balls in goo. Mike gritted his teeth as he felt the doctor forcing four fingers up his tight end. The boy let out a deep moan at the expansion of his anus. The doctor smiled to himself as he watched the boy’s entire muscular body turn red in embarrassment. But the grunts kept coming
The doctor was quite impressed. He had had many a lover who had buckled well before this kid, let alone not be moaning like a whore in heat. With an ass as sensitive as his, the boy really stood no chance. The doctor had been trying to teach the punk a lesson, but perhaps he could even make use of him. He would reserve final judgement on the boy’s prospects though after what would come next.
“Alright boy, are you ready for the next part of the test?”
“Yes, doc, sir.” panted the jock, his horniness having driven him docile.
Reynolds drizzled more lubricant onto his hand, and slowly massaged it into the boy’s relaxed ring. Mike’s fuck addled brain could barely make sense of his situation anymore. Why was he here? What was being done to his ass? Why did it feel so good? His dick ached for release. Why hadn’t he cum? The young athlete’s head rolled back and forth on the table as he felt the doctor’s hand surging into him.
Dr. Reynolds felt his hand slip past the jock’s sphincter, thrusting into the interior of the athlete. The doctor’s gloved fist was literally swallowed by the boy’s butt. He had to even roll back his coat sleeve to keep it from being splattered with lube. The muscle jock squirmed on the doctor’s hand. He was stuffed beyond comprehension. And then the fireworks happened.
Reynolds clenched the boy’s prostate with his entire hand and expertly manipulated the boy’s nut. The boy had no experience with the feelings that cascaded through him. Mike groaned. Did he want this to stop? Or never end? What was happening to him? Precum began leaking profusely from his swollen cock, but he was still unable to achieve orgasm because of the knot of twine around his sack. The jock was like putty in Dr. Reynolds hand. And he played the poor athlete like an instrument. The boy was twitching with such force that the entire table was shaking.
“Quiet boy,” barked the doctor, slapping the jock’s meaty ass. THWACK.
The red handprint that remained contrasted against the white skin and the sex crazed athlete’s cock began bubbling out more cum as Mike felt an orgasm building.
“Oh doc. I’m going to shoot! Can I please cum doctor?” pleaded the conquered jock.
“That all depends on you boy. You can cum from another man’s hand inside you, and the exam can end. You can go on with your evening, but I won’t be able to sign that waiver. Or. Or you can keep your batter in those balls, and I finish the exam and you can play on the team,” the doctor breathed into the exhausted athlete’s ear. “What do you want boy?”
Mike’s mind was breaking. He needed to cum. But his manhood was at stake. He would not be humiliated in front of this creep. The jock tried to will his throbbing manhood down, but it would not work. Even with his balls tied off the boy felt his orgasm approaching.
“Can’t help it. Don’t want to,” grunted the boy as the doctor began fist punching his gaping hole.
“Well.. I’ve always been a giver.. Its a fault really you know. I’ll help you finish the examination if I must,” said the doctor with great exasperation as his thick arm was buried deep within his patient.
Mike’s cock was on the verge of an impressive orgasm. It stood directly up from his body, and quivered with need. Reynolds watched as the jock’s dickslit slowly yawned open as cum began making its way past the tied off nuts. The doctor with no hesitation jammed a quarter inch thick metal rod deep into the athlete’s urethra. The building cum wave was literally shoved back into the boy. Mike screamed at the onslaught of new sensations. The athlete’s vision was blurred with sweat, and he was lost in the intense feelings coming from his cock and anus. The urge to come had not subsided, but with the lasso around his nuts and the metal rod shoved into his urethra Mike was physically prevented from doing so.
“Is that better?” chuckled the Doctor. He continued to twirl his hand inside his patient, widening the boy’s hole for what was yet to come. His hairy forearm was becoming slick with assjuice and lube as he punched it deeper into the boy’s gut, past his latex glove.
“Ughghguhgh” was the only response Mike could make. The jock’s mind was incapable of understanding what was going on. He needed to run out of this mad doctor’s office. But he also wanted to cum more than anything. But he needed the waiver to play on the team. “AGGHHHHTH’ His entire body quivered with unreleased need. All those hours of lifting weights had given him the perfect physique. Each mound of flesh was sculpted as if from an artist’s hand. But each muscle struggled futilely against the leather bindings that held him to the table.
“AAAGGHHRHHH” he yelled again.
“For the last time, quiet.” said the doctor firmly as he shoved the balled up medical gown into the athlete’s mouth. The relentless procedure continued for 20 more minutes. The doctor’s arm was now nearly to his elbow inside the jock. Time for the final act. Could he really be the one. The doctor had searched for so long to find the perfect subject, that he couldn’t believe that one might have just walked into office. Let alone that it was this young naive jock. Drool spilled out of the corners of the boy’s mouth, and his cock pulsed around the metal stick shoved inside it. His balls seemed to be swelling with pent up sperm. Mike was nearly there.
Slowly the doctor removed his meaty arm from the athlete’s now gaping hole. He whistled at the sight of what the once virginal ring had become. And how Mike had loved every second of it. This ass had been made for this. Sooner or later it would have doomed him in this way. At least Reynolds was here to use it for medical research. The doctor proceeded to remove from a nearby cupboard a steel cylinder about 8 inches in diameter and 1 foot long. After coating it with lube he began pushed it into the athlete. The room was filled with squelching sounds as the rod smushed its way into the boy’s new manpussy. The doctor smiled as he heard a groan from the other end of the table as the young man’s insides were moved out of the way. Once it was in, the doctor attached a wire coming from the wall to the end of the rod sticking out of the boy’s ass, and then another to the metal tube inside his cock. Finally he attached two more wires to clamps and twisted them onto the boy’s exposed nipples. This action yet elicited another moan.
The doctor wheeled his stool toward Mike’s head. The young man’s blue eyes searched the doctor’s face. Was it over?
“The procedure is over now. Though I’ve never seen someone behave as you have.” Mike’s handsome cheeks flushed with shame, but the doctor was delighted to see his dick bounce. Perhaps this would work. Even his most sex crazed of lovers had never agreed to what the doctor hoped to accomplish. But this young dumb straight hunk just might. He had never seen someone respond so hungrily to sexual stimulation and humiliation.
“Now, as you can see I’ve signed your waiver.” He waved the piece of paper above the boy’s sexhazed eyes. “So you can go now.” Was it true?
“Unless, what you really want is for me to make you cum. And never stop actually. How does that sound?”
Mike could barely register what the doctor was saying. Cum forever? That makes no sense. But he did want to cum. More than anything. But was it right to let a man make him cum? Mike decided he was past the point of caring. The burning in his balls overpowered his pride.
“Yes Dr. Yes, please just make me cum.”
“Alright, then Michael, I’ll need your signature on all of these.” The doctor raised a clipboard to one of Mike’s shackled wrists, and put a pencil in his hand. “Here, here, here. Oh and here.”
Mike desperately tried to scrawl his name as fast as he could. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to cum. NOW. He should have been reading what he was signing though.
When the athlete signed the last form, the doctor started to smile uncontrollably. Finally, a willing test subject! He grabbed the jock by his ears and planted a massive wet slobbery kiss on his lips. Mike was so startled he simply accepted the invading tongue while the doctor’s mustache tickled his upper lip. For some reason Mike’s hefty thighs started to open wider, trying to suck the metal rod into his bum as the tongue was shoved down his throat. However just as the jock was starting to enjoy the explorations of his mouth, the tongue was a replaced with a proper ball gag.
The doctor backed away from his subject and put his hand on a large switch.
“Thank you so much, Michael. You have no idea how much his experiment could help with my research. Now, as you know from the forms, each time your body approaches ejaculation, the devices attached to you will shock you with an electric current.”
Upon hearing these words, Mike started to come down from his sexual high. Electric what?
“However, the device itself is designed to stimulate your prostate to its maximum potential. It will repeatedly prod your prostate with a small electrical shock, while vibrating constantly. It is my hope that this treatment will stimulate your sperm production while simultaneously training your body to not ejaculate.”
Mike struggled against the restraints, desperately hoping to escape. He wished his ass wasn’t filled with a giant metal missile, and he wished even more that it didn’t feel so good. His balls felt like they were going to explode. How had he agreed to all of this?
“With any luck you’ll reach a stable plateau of permanent orgasm without release. On the other hand, you could never cum again. Nothing risked, nothing gained I suppose.”
The doctor flipped the switch, turning on the giant metal dildo in his ass and cock. They thrummed and vibrated deep within the athlete sending the boy into sexual ecstasy. The doctor undid the tie around the jock’s nuts, and they immediately surged upward. He was going to cum!
ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP
An electric current surged from the rod in his ass to the one lodged in his dick and to the two clamps on his tits. Mike felt on fire with lust and pain. He cried out around the ball gang until he was hoarse. But the urge to cum had indeed subsided for a few moments. But the machine in his ass refused to relent. Soon again the horny jock was ready to come.
ZAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
Again the device triggered. Sending volt after volt coursing throughout the hapless stud’s cock and ass.
“All seems to be working. Now I’m going to turn off the lights, and I’ll see you in the morning.”
He tried to yell at the doctor. To curse him, and tell the man to free him. The party was tonight! He had to get back. He was going to get laid! But all he could manage was a low moan. He watched as the doctor slammed the door, locking it behind him. Something about his complete helplessness made the boy ache inside, and then he was about to come again.
ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP.
When the jock’s sight cleared he found himself in the dark, alone in the doctor’s office. The metal slug in his ass vibrated his entire bulky frame, rattling the table he was strapped to. His prostate was shocked every other second with a low voltage, and his balls bubbled with unreleased seed. And so Mike Kurpowski spent the entire night in this position, constantly sexually stimulated and denied. Meanwhile at his frat house all his friends were getting drunk out of their minds while humping against equally drunk sorority chicks. It was a party to end all parties, but Mike wasn’t there. Instead he was strapped to table in an empty room, in an empty office, in an empty building, on the verge of an orgasm that wouldn’t come.
ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP
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