Coach's Office By Roy

 

Coach's Office By Roy 
(an original story that was formerly available on BadPuppy; photos were added separately by me)

The mid-afternoon sun was beating down on my back the duration of football practice, and I was in no mood for Coach Smith's continued yelling about my slacking off today. He finally crossed my last nerve and I told him I was doing the best I could. He stormed up to me and said that he was sure he could adjust my attitude. He ordered me to run 10 extra laps at the end of practice. By the time I finished the extra laps, the rest of the team had already left.

The locker room was empty. My shoes made a clicking sound on the tile floor as I crossed the locker room towards Coach Smith's office. I nervously knocked on the wooden door, the sound filled the locker room. From behind the door, I heard the power in Coach Smith's voice as he ordered me into his office. "It took you long enough to finish those laps", he barked. The anger in his voice caused me to fear this man for the first time. "I am sorry for the trouble I caused today, Sir", I meekly replied. " Oh, you will be sorry, young man", Coach Smith said in a low angry voice.

He slowly opened the top left drawer of his disk. He removed a large clear Plexiglass paddle. As he swung the paddle back and forth, the air whistled through the holes that had been drilled in the paddle. With each swing, I began to sweat. He then removed a well worn leather batter's glove, he slowly put his large hand in the glove, adjusting the fit until the leather was like a second skin on his large hand. He slowly walked around his desk and went to the door and turned the lock. The sound of the lock filled the empty locker room and filled me with a feeling of anticipation.

Coach Smith stood behind me and placed his massive hands on my shoulders, "It's time we started with your attitude adjustment, young man", he said. He ordered me to stand with my hands on his desk, "You must be kidding" I asked. "Either do as I say or you're off the team" he barked back. I slowly stood He jerked back the wooden chair that I had been sitting on. I bent over, placing my hands on the desk. Coach Smith rubbed the Plexiglas paddle over the center of my ass. I heard the air whistle as Coach Smith took the paddle back, the anticipation of the blow filled me with strange sensations; both of tread and excitement. Coach Smith lingered with the return blow, he seemed to sense my anticipation. He said nothing as his powerful arm brought the paddle down against my upturned ass. Even with my practice pants on , the blow sent a pain through my body, my knees almost buckled. I heard the whistle as the paddle as he readied for the second blow. My body tensed as the blow was delivered. With each blow the pain increased, and so did the strange sensation of excitement. Coach Smith delivered ten hard blows to my backside.

 As Coach Smith walked around his desk, I straightened and started to turn toward the door, " Where do you think you are going? We're not finished" he stated loudly. My heart almost stopped when Coach Smith ordered me to remove my practice pants. I started to refuse, but before I could, he informed me that the punishment would worsen the longer he had to wait. My hands trembled has I unlaced the front of my pants. I slowly removed my pants and placed them on the wooden chair. I stood before Coach Smith with just a jockstrap and a jersey on. Strangely my body began to tinkle with the anticipation of the pain that was surely to come. Coach Smith ordered me to return to my position over the desk. Coach Smith stepped behind me and slowly ran his hand over my burning backside. As his fingers touched my ass, I became strangely aroused. Coach Smith removed the wide leather belt from his pants, I heard a cracking sound as Coach Smith snapped the belt together. My body trembled and I started to feel a burning in my groin.

The first smack of the belt on my scarlet ass sent my body jerking forward. Coach Smith grabbed the back of my jersey and brought the belt down against my ass. With each of Coach Smith's powerful blows, the stinging pain of my ass brought my cock to stiffness. When Coach Smith finished, my swollen cock pressed against my jockstrap, Coach Smith jerked me upright. I hoped that he did not see my swollen cock. I noticed a strange grin on his face. "I see someone enjoyed our lesson. Maybe I need to continue" Coach Smith said through a grin. He pulled me towards the wooden chair and laid me over his knees. He positioned my swollen cock over his own manhood. He started to rub my burning ass. H then raised his gloved hand and brought it down on my waiting cheek. First the left cheek, then the right. With each slap of his hand, I felt his cock press against mine. He continued to rub my ass between each blow. After an additional 10 slaps on each cheek, his hands started to explore my scarlet and purple ass.

His fingers forced their way towards my asshole. This was the first time anyone had touched the inside of my ass. My body became aware of his probing fingers as he slowly pressed them into my hole. The pain of the spanking was soon replaced with the pleasure of Coach's probing fingers. "Breath deeply and relax", Coach Smith whispered in my ear, I took a deep breath as he pressed his fingers deeper into my body. I was soon aware that I enjoyed his probing and tried to open myself to him. I felt his hardened cock moving against mine. My body trembled. He removed his finger from deep inside my body. Sweat soaked my jersey. Coach Smith told me to stand. As I did so, I could see his cock pressing against his zipper. Coach Smith rose from the chair. His hand came up between my legs. He firmly squeezed my balls and cock. My body started to buckle, but Coach Smith held me tightly. "Ever had someone play with your cock before?" Coach Smith asked. "NO," I said through trembling lips, " Should I stop?" he asked.

Again I answered no. Coach Smith slowly raised my sweat soaked jersey, exposing my hairless chest to the cold air that filled the room. My nipples started to harden. Coach started to slowly lick my nipples. He removed my jersey and brought his mouth over my hard nipples, his teeth barely touching my tender nipples as his tongue rolled against the tips. My body started to tremble from this new sensation. I pressed his head harder against my heaving chest. He unbuckled his pants. The sound of his zipper couple with my increasing moans of pleasure filled the office. Coach then removed his shirt. I was overwhelmed by the site of his nearly naked body. His sweat glistened on his smooth muscled body, my trembling hand reached out to touch a man's chest for the first time. The touch of his bare chest, sent a feeling of total joy through my body. I looked into his icy blue eyes. I wanted this man. He pulled my head towards his, he pressed his lips against mine. I felt his tongue trying to part my lips. I willingly gave in. His tongue explored my mouth deeper then any girl's I had kissed before. My hands started to explore his chest, my fingers caressed his nipples. I wanted to taste the sweat on his chest. I kissed and licked the area around his nipples. My first taste of another man's sweat was more intoxicating then anything I had ever drank before.

Coach Smith pressed me against his desk, his hands slowly caressing my stomach. As he lowered his hands towards my swollen cock, my breathing started to become shallow. His hands played with the top of my jockstrap. He slowly pulled the sweaty straps way from my body. The chilled air touched my hard cock as the jockstrap dropped to the floor. Coach Smith's hands slowly made their way along my legs, his very touch sent electricity through my body. His hands stoped just inches away from my balls. I held my breath as his hand tenderly rolled over my balls. He caressed my cock. My knees buckled, Coach Smith caught me and layed me on his desk. His mouth slowly lowered over my cock. I felt the wetness of his mouth, his sharp teeth scraped the head of my cock as it entered his mouth. His lips pressed against my groin. The sensation of the suction of his mouth on my cock was like no other sensation I have felt before. I felt as though I would explode. Coach Smith continued to suck my cock and balls. His finger was again pressing against my waiting asshole. He stoped sucking my cock long enough to lick two of his fingers. He then returned his mouth to my cock and started to explore my ass with his finger. My asshole did not give way to his long finger. With gentle yet firm pressure, he inserted his finger into my hungry ass. Soon his single finger is replaced with both fingers. My moans intensify, I felt a sensation I have never felt before. Coach Smith sensed my pending explosion. He removed his mouth and fingers. He looked down at me and smiled. I watched as he removed his own jockstrap. I saw, for the first time, how large and hard his cock is. He started to stroke his cock, "It's time for you to lose your virginity" he said as he stroked his cock with force. He reached into his bottom drawer and took out a small tube of clear liquid and a condom.

  I stared at his cock as he slowly rolled the condom over the plump head of his cock. The condom covered his cock with a tight fit. "This will help," he said as opened the clear liquid and smeard it over his cock. He then smeared the cool liquid on my asshole, and with his finger, inserted some inside me. He pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, raising my legs high in the air. I felt the juicy head of his cock press against my asshole. He grabbed my hips and pulled them towards him as he pushed his hard cock against my ass. I felt a pain like no other as his head made its way up my asshole. I let out a small yell as he entered deeper in to my body. I was filled with a pressure as his body presses against my upturned ass. He stopped and told me to breath. I feel him begin to remove his cock. As the head of his cock began to leave my body, he

forced it deep inside my waiting hole. My body arched with the force of the pressure. He began to move back and forth like a piston. He pressed his body against mine. Our mouths met one another. I could feel his blood engorged cock as he fucked me, he started to fuck me harder and faster. He removed his cock from my body. His warm cum shot over my belly. He spread it gently over my stomach and then took my cock in his mouth, sucking harder than before. I soon felt the pressure of my cum rising in my cock. I pushed his mouth away from my cock right as it shot a load all over his cheek. I was afraid he would be angry. He wiped my cum from his cheek and kissed me gently on the mouth."I am going to need another attitude adjustment again real soon," I informed him. Coach smiled as he gave my wet ass a hard smack.

Doctor does his job so well.

         

----------The above CMNM medical fetish pics were forwarded message ----------
From: Rom  on the [CMNM]a Google group

A Visit to the Doctor

byKen Nitsua©

K. Nitsua. Copyright 2013 by the author.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Having sex with one's doctor is a potent fantasy for many adults, as the many stories written on this theme indicate. There are people, mostly men, who put a lot of time, effort and skill into making such fantasies come true for their lucky clients. The scenes they construct mix realistic medical procedures with varying proportions of bondage and domination. This is a warning that this particular story is about such a session, not an actual medical examination. KN

I didn't have any trouble finding the office from the directions the doctor had given me. It was on a quiet residential street just off a main city thoroughfare. I parked in the driveway as he had instructed and walked toward the door. Up until now I hadn't been nervous, concentrating on the drive, but now my breath quickened and my heart began to beat faster.

It hadn't been easy to get this appointment with such a distinguished physician. Dr. Roberts and I had an extensive chat online before he determined that I was qualified for one of his physical examinations.

It was a hot late spring day. I had on a T-shirt, jeans with a jockstrap, my favorite underwear, underneath, and old Nikes. I wasn't going to keep the clothes on for long anyway, so there wasn't any need to dress more formally. 

I was walking a little funny because my bladder was uncomfortably full. Dr. Roberts had told me to drink a lot of fluids before I came so that I could give a urine sample without difficulty as part of the physical examination. I'd overdone it a little in my eagerness to comply with his instructions. 

I got to the door and knocked. It opened right away and finally I saw the doctor in the flesh. He was exactly as I'd hoped he'd be: tall, trim, and distinguished looking with neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper hair. He wore wire-rimmed glasses that accentuated a pair of friendly gray eyes. His teeth were white and even when he smiled.

"You must be Dirk," he said, sticking out his hand. "Right on time. Come in and have a seat."

He ushered me into a front room with a desk. He motioned me to sit in a chair in front of it, which I did. Sunlight filtered in through the shaded window. He rummaged in a box on the floor and pulled out a binder before he sat down.

"Since it's your first visit to the Male Clinic, I'll do an intake interview with you," Dr. Roberts said. "Please answer the questions as thoroughly and truthfully as you can, even if some of them seem intimate or embarrassing. The more I know about your medical and sexual history, the better examination I can give you. Do you have any questions or concerns?"

"No, Doctor. I'm prepared to answer your questions to the best of my ability. I'm putting myself in your hands."


Dr. Roberts smiled. "Good. Let's begin." He opened the binder.

The intake interview took fifteen or twenty minutes. The first questions were standard ones that I'd answered at doctor's offices many times before, about my medical history, past surgeries, any current symptoms, drug allergies, etc.

Then Dr. Roberts' questions became more personal and detailed. He asked me whether I had any phobias, specifically about sensory deprivation or restraint. "No--in fact, the idea kind of excites me," I said truthfully, with a smile.

"Good," he said, returning the smile. "Now there will be a series of questions about your sexual history. Again, please be as truthful as possible with your answers."


We talked for ten or fifteen more minutes. By the time he was done with the questions my heart was beating fast and my cock was rock hard, even though my bladder was aching for release.

"I think we're ready to begin," the doctor said. "Will you please follow me into the examination room?"

We walked down a narrow hallway, past a bathroom, up a flight of stairs, and into a spacious room in the rear, which took up the entire width of the office. A padded examination table stood in the middle. The walls were lined with shelves, holding medical equipment of every conceivable kind. I recognized stethoscopes, padded hammers for testing reflexes, and a few other things, but there was too much for me to take it all in.


"First," the doctor said. "I'd like you to undress down to your briefs. Place your clothes on this chair," he said, gesturing to one that stood nearby.

"Yes, doctor." I unbuttoned my shirt with fingers that were trembling with excitement. In moments I was naked except for my jockstrap. I covered my crotch protectively with my hands and stood before him with downcast eyes for inspection.

"Very nice," Dr. Roberts said. "You're wearing a jockstrap. You do that often?"

"Yes, doctor."


"Very good for scrotal support," he said. "And very sexy. Now this," he said, producing a paper hospital gown, "is not so sexy. I'm going to ask you to put it on."

I put my arms through the short sleeves. He put his arms on my shoulders and gently turned me to tie the gown in back. I started as I felt his hand touch my bare butt.

"Sorry, I know my hands are cold," the doctor said. "I'm going to ask you to sit on the examination table now."

Perched on the examination table in the hospital gown and jockstrap, I watched as Dr. Roberts gathered together his equipment and put it on top of a cart covered with a towel. The exam began pretty routinely, as the doctor grasped my wrist and looked at his wristwatch while taking my pulse. He then looked into my eyes with a small light, then into my ears with another scope. He even produced a tongue depressor, pushed my mouth and tongue this way and that, and asked me to say "aah." I suppressed a smile at the old-fashioned procedures.

"Now I'm going to take your blood pressure." He expertly wrapped the cuff around my upper arm and squeezed the rubber bulb. I felt the pulse inside my arm as he gradually let the air out.

"One hundred ten over seventy," he announced. "Excellent. You're in great shape."

"I work at it."

His eyes scrutinized my body. "It shows."

"Thanks."

The doctor cleared his throat. "From here on I'm going to examine various areas of your body. It may be easier for me to do this if you remove the gown. If you are uncomfortable doing so, you may keep it on."

I looked him in the eye. "I can take it off."

"Good." He watched as I lifted my arms and undid the strings in back. I lifted it off and handed it to the doctor, shivering a bit in the chilly room.

"Are you cold?"

"A bit," I said truthfully.

He looked at my chest. "I can tell. Your nipples are erect. We'll get some measurements in a minute." He put his face close to mine as he gently palpated the sides of my neck. "Checking your lymph nodes. No problem here." He then picked up a stethoscope and put the ends in his ears. "Now I'm going to listen to your heart and lungs." The cold metal pressed against my pectoral muscles, sending another shiver through me. "Good." He moved around me and the stethoscope pressed into my back. "Take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Again. Again. Good. Lungs are clear."              He came back and faced me again. "Stand and place your palms in back of your head, please. I'm going to inspect your skin for any suspicious looking moles or growths." I followed his instructions as he bent to put down the stethoscope. When he straightened he held a small magnifying glass. Dr. Roberts then moved in very close again as he started at my neck and moved slowly down my body with the magnifying glass, examining every inch of my skin. He put the glass in his pocket. I started to relax, but he said--

 

"Keep your palms behind your head. We're going to do a little test."

"What kind of test?"

 A slight smile. "In our preliminary interview you told me that your nipples were very sensitive. We're going to find out just how sensitive. Now, do your best not to move or react, no matter what I do."

 

He stood very close in front of me and gazed into my eyes intently. I gasped as I felt the light, cool touch of a fingertip on each of my nipples. My breath quickened as his hands and fingers began to move, fondling, squeezing and gently pinching each nub of flesh. My cock swelled and strained against the pouch of the strap as the doctor continued the stimulation. Despite the doctor's instructions a small whimper of pleasure welled up from my throat. He smiled.

"Remember what I said."

"Yes, doctor," I gasped out with some difficulty.

"Is this painful or unpleasant for you?"

I laughed, unable to help myself. "Hell, no. Oh my god-it's wonderful."

Dr. Roberts produced a metal tube from his pocket and squeezed out some of its contents onto his fingertips. "I see that your nipples are a powerful erogenous zone. Let's try some moist stimulation."

When he began to rub the K-Y onto my tits I lost control, throwing back my head and moaning. It was all I could do to keep my hands locked behind my head. I felt moisture in my crotch and felt precum from the head of my cock soaking through the elastic webbing of my jock pouch.

"Please, doctor-"

"Yes?" The doctor said, continuing his stimulation.

"I'll cum if you do that any more. No kidding."

 

"Really? I guess that gives me my answer. Let's take a measurement." He produced a small metal ruler and pressed it against my chest. "One centimeter in diameter and a bit more in height when fully erect. You can lower your arms." He stepped back. I let my arms fall limp at my sides and stood, still panting, head hanging, a bit embarrassed that I had become so aroused.

"I'd say on a scale of 1 to 10 of nipple sensitivity you're a 10. Next, turn toward the table so I can examine your back and buttocks." In a moment he said, "Bend forward and spread your cheeks."


He knelt and spent a long time looking at the skin on my rear end, holding his face so close I could feel his breath on my cheeks and my asshole. I was trembling again from the cold and from the excitement of being scrutinized so intimately. He moved the glass down the backs of my legs, then asked me to straighten up again. He moved around to my front so that his face was right in front of the now moist pouch of my jock. His hands took hold of the waistband. "I'm going to lower this garment to examine the pubic area."

He slowly pushed the jockstrap down my thighs. My cock flopped out, half-hard with excitement, the head glistening with the pre-cum I'd leaked already. The doctor once again took his time, passing the glass over my groin and pubic area. After the visual exam was done, he took my penis and lifted it with one hand, taking each testicle and cradling with the palm of the other, then gently rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

 
"In case you're wondering, I'm doing a testicular exam to check for cancer. This is the way to do it, if you don't know already."

"Yes, doctor."

"I see that you are circumcised. I'm going to take the head of your penis and press on it to spread the urethral opening. I'm checking for any discharge that may indicate disease."

I was looking around the room, trying desperately not to let myself throw a full-boned erection. Feebly I tried to joke about the situation. "You can probably tell I'm discharging already."

Doctor Roberts' voice was dry. "A normal by-product of sexual excitement, quite harmless." I gasped as I felt his finger spread the pre-cum over the head of my cock, sending a wave of pleasure through me. "Checking the consistency of the fluid. Totally normal pre-ejaculate."

He took hold of my jock, but instead of raising it back in place he pushed it all the way down to the floor and looked up at me.

"With your permission, I'm going to remove your garment. The rest of the examination will be easier if you are completely unclothed. Are you comfortable with this?"

I was trying not to shiver. My breathing was quick. My heart was beating fast with nervousness-and arousal. I nodded. "Whatever you say, doc."

 

"Good." He lifted both my feet out of the strap, picked it up, and put it on top of the rest of my clothes. "Now I'd like to get a urine sample." He stepped to a nearby table, picked up a large glass laboratory beaker, and turned back to me.

My bladder was painfully full, but even so, it's always hard to pee in front of another person, particularly when you're naked and semi-hard and the other person is clothed and staring intently at you. My first attempts to get the stream started were a total failure. I sighed with frustration.

"Would turning away from me help? You can if you wish."

"Thanks." I turned around, closed my eyes, took some deep breaths and tried to relax. Finally golden liquid began to flow into the container. And flowed. And flowed. The relief was exquisite. By the time I was finished the beaker was nearly full. I turned back to the doctor and held it out. He smiled.

"Your bladder sure was full, wasn't it? This will have to be held until we can send some to the lab." He took the container and left the room. In a moment he was back. "You've been very cooperative so far. Good job."

I blushed and lowered my eyes. "Thanks, doctor."

I felt a hand under my chin, gently but firmly lifting my head until my eyes met his. "As this medical exam continues you may experience some psychological as well as physical discomfort. I can assure you that anything that I do is for your health and welfare. Are you prepared to obey without question, to trust me?" His gaze was level, his voice cool and professional. I nodded without hesitation.

"You're the doctor. I'll do anything you say."

"Good boy." He smiled. "We're going to go back to the examination table. I'd like you to mount it and assume the position on your hands and knees." 

I walked to the table, shivering with cold and excitement. I climbed on and crouched as the doctor had ordered, elbows and knees on the padded top of the table, my bare ass in the air.

"Lower your head. I'm going to take your temperature rectally. It's the most accurate way, though most doctors don't want to embarrass their patients."

I gasped as something narrow, cold and rigid was inserted into my asshole. My muscles automatically clenched around it. I felt the doctor's hand on my cheeks, trapping the thermometer between his fingers, preventing it from being drawn in and disappearing into my insides.

Doctor Roberts chuckled. "A strong response. I'm going to have to hold it in place. Stay as still as you can. This will only take a minute."

The room fell silent except for the raspy sound of my breathing. My face was on fire with embarrassment as I was forced to hold this humiliating pose. My cock was rock hard underneath me. I could feel precum being squeezed from its tip every time my rectal muscles involuntarily clenched around the thermometer. Occasionally the doctor's fingers holding the thermometer in place moved, seeming to caress my cheeks. Finally he grasped the thermometer and withdrew it.

"Ninety-eight point six. Absolutely normal. Now will you turn over onto your back, please."

Once I was on my back, he began to press on various places on my lower body, palpating my organs, occasionally asking me to take deep breaths and let them out. Although he approached my private parts, he did not take hold of them as he had earlier. His touch was firm and professional and I began to relax a bit.

"Doing okay?" The doctor asked. I nodded.

"Good. I want you to be relaxed for this next phase of the examination. I'm going to test your sensory perception when you are deprived of visual cues," said the doctor. "I will blindfold you with a special light-blocking mask, very high-tech, and restrain your limbs. This is so that you will focus exclusively on the sense being tested. Are you ready?"

"Yes, doctor."

In a moment Dr. Roberts loomed above me with the high-tech blindfold. It looked like a pair of safety goggles, but completely black. Sure enough when he placed in on my face and tightened the strap around my head everything became pitch black even though nothing was touching my eyes and they could stay open.

I felt my legs being gently spread apart, and fastened in place with straps. My arms were then lifted over my head. The doctor gently made me bend them until my hands almost touched my head. I heard the clink of metal and felt something soft encircle first my right, then my left wrist. I realized I was spread-eagled and shackled to the table. A thrill of mingled arousal and fear passed through me as I realized how completely at his mercy I was now. I had no choice but to trust him, fully and completely.

"We will begin the test now," the doctor said in a soft voice. "I will touch various parts of your body with various objects and substances. Describe to me any sensation you feel-temperature, pressure, sharpness, anything. There should not be anything that will cause you more than mild to moderate discomfort. If at any time you want the test to stop, indicate your wishes by saying 'mayday.' Do you understand?"

I nodded. "'Mayday'. Got it."

"Here we go."  

A moment later I chuckled. "Very gentle touch. Your fingertips on my stomach."

"Right." I gasped as my right nipple was fondled, lightly and gently. "A-a feather?"

"Mm hmm. Good. Are you ticklish?"

Before I could answer I started as the same object touched my rib cage.

"Yes!"

The doctor's voice took on a teasing note. "Are you?" He tickled me again with the feather and I shouted with laughter, jerking and straining at my bonds. "Stop! Please!"

"Okay, I will. For now," he said, in a mock-ominous tone.

A pause, then I felt cool moisture on my stomach and a sharp minty aroma filled my nostrils. "Whew, feels cool. Ben-Gay?"

"That's right. A little menthol rub." The next moment I gasped as the same substance was applied to my nipples. The pleasure was exquisite and I sighed and strained at my bonds as the doctor's fingers continued to move in gentle circles on the sensitized nubs of flesh.


"Oh God," I moaned.

"You're getting erect again," the doctor observed in a dry voice. "Yes, your response to nipple stimulation is an exceptionally strong one."

He withdrew his hands. A pause, and then I heard a sound, which I recognized as the striking of a match. The sharp odor of sulfur assailed my nostrils. A thrill of real fear raced through me.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Now, now, don't worry. I promised-no pain, no physical injury. Maybe just a bit of discomfort, though."

The next moment I screamed, more in shock than in pain, as I felt something burning hot drop onto my right thigh. It quickly cooled to a tolerable warmth and I braced myself for another hit.

"Ah!" Another fiery liquid hit on my ball sac.

"You haven't told me what you think it is," the doctor murmured.

"Candle wax, it's fucking hot wax!"

"Very good." Two more hits, one on each nipple. My back came off the table as I cried out each time the melted wax hit a sensitive zone. I strained uselessly against the bonds holding me in place. I was panting with mingled fear and yes, arousal.

"OH FUCK!" I screamed, as flaming agony erupted from the head of my erect cock, where the doctor had dropped one more splash of wax.

"Had enough?"! Yes! Please stop! Mayday!"

"You needn't worry about suffering any permanent damage. Paraffin melts at a very low temperature, actually. Just hot enough to give you a bit of a jolt. Now lie still and I'll remove the blindfold."

When I could see again I looked down at the splotches of congealing wax on my body, the skin pink underneath each one, then up into the doctor's face.

"Amazing how lack of vision increases sensitivity, isn't it?"

There was nothing I could say to this, so I didn't say anything. Dr. Roberts scraped the lumps of wax off with his fingertips, being gentle with my somewhat softened cock, and brushed the crumbs off the table. He released me from my bonds.

byKen Nitsua