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BRAD'S BIG BONER
CHAPTER 2
The next day I showed up at the doctor's office about ten minutes before my appointment. I had been nervous all day, and debating whether to cancel the whole thing. Doc Peters hadn't said I was sick, or anything like that, it was just some psychological problem. I hadn't asked him what would happen if I didn't let him treat me, but why not just forget about it? Everything that he had done to me had just seemed to make my problem worse, I was twice as horny as before, and now I was starting to feel like I wanted sex with guys. His treatments were turning me into a queer! I should stop before this went any further, I could deal with this on my own, couldn't I?
My cock answered that for me. I was in hell, desperate to get off, but afraid that if I did, it would just make my problem worse. The doc had said not to jerk off, it would interfere with my treatment. But my obsession with sex had increased, not diminished. I hadn't been able to lose my erection for even a moment since my session in that chair, and I kept feeling it enveloping my body, caressing me, rubbing me, fondling me, probing into every erogenous zone of my body, arousing me more and more as it sucked my cock and fucked my ass and filled my head with pictures of naked sexy men, their muscles pumped and awesome and potent, their cocks hard and spurting, their asses spread wide to accept my cock and make me cum. I tried thinking about my girlfriend, wanting to assure myself that I was still straight, but when I tried to picture her, her body and face were hazy, and they were soon replaced by male bodies and faces. All I could think about was naked sexy muscular men, athletic studs like Todd and me, guys with big hard muscles and big hard dicks, guys I wanted to suck and fuck and be fucked by.
Usually I looked at girls and fantasized about sex with them, but now I found myself looking at other guys in my dorm and in my classes and as I walked around campus and in the gym. They were everywhere, and all of them got me hard and horny and desperate to feel their bodies. Yes I wanted their bodies. I wanted their big hard pecs, I wanted to rub my hands all over them, and lick them and suck them. I wanted their cocks, I wanted to lick and suck their big hard cocks until I made them gasp and moan and beg, then make them shoot their hot teen jism into my mouth and swallow it, I wanted to own their sex, make them a part of me. I wanted their asses, I wanted to spread their tight hot firm muscled ass cheeks and sink my face into their cracks and lick and suck and tongue them until they begged me to fuck them, then plunge my huge hard cock into their tight hot willing ass holes and fuck them senseless, make them scream and beg for more and moan and gasp for me to fuck them harder and deeper and longer.
It didn't help that my ass was still a little sore from the things Doc Peters had shoved up there, all that slippery lube, several huge hard anal probes, the metal tube in the chair that had fucked my ass just like my buddy Todd had when we went camping, and then the enema tube that had filled my ass with warm soapy water, filled me and aroused me. My ass was tingling and pulsing, feeling like it needed something huge and hard and throbbing up there to push me higher and higher and make me cum.
I looked at other guys' bulges as I sat in class, seeing that the guy next to me in my math class had thrown a boner - he must be thinking about sex. I pictured him fucking his girlfriend, the two of them naked, him mounting her, thrusting his big hard tool deep inside her warm wet pussy, making her cry out with need, hungry for him to plow her deep and hard. Then as I pictured them fucking she changed into a guy, the stud was fucking another guy, and it was me he was fucking, I wanted his giant dick up my ass, filling me, probing, thrusting, jabbing, hitting all those places inside me that were now so desperate for stimulation, I had been initiated into awareness of the ecstasy of having my ass fucked and it was all I could think of, all I wanted. I looked up from the guy's crotch to find him looking at me, grinning. He reached down and groped himself obscenely, as if offering his hard man-meat to me. I pictured myself falling to my knees and reaching out to open his tight pants and pull them down to free his huge hard cock and then sucking it while other students stood around and cheered me on. Other guys would offer their cocks and I would suck them too, like the total pussy-boy slut I had become. I shook my head angrily and tried to focus on the professor's words.
In the gym after my workout I couldn't lose my erection, and I saw many eyes looking at it hungrily, it seemed every guy there was hot and horny and as desperate for sex as I, they were all staring, all hard, all eager to suck and fuck. In the shower I tried to forget how I felt, but the hot spray hitting my naked body just made me hornier, and as I washed my hard cock, and rubbed my balls I had to stop, it was making me too horny. I glanced to one side, and the stud from my math class was there, naked, looking at me, smiling sexily, stroking his cock as he looked at mine, he wanted me, I wanted him. I rinsed quickly and left.
I needed to cum. I hadn't cum for a whole day, and I wasn't used to that, I had never denied myself a good long jerkoff session when I wanted it. My cock throbbed and leaked and I had to go back to my room and change my briefs, the first pair were soaked with my cock ooze.
When I got to the doctor's office, the receptionist told me to wait, and I sat in a chair in the waiting room. There was another guy there, and I recognized him, I had seen him at the gym several times, he was a wrestler, and someone had told me he was headed for the Olympics, he was unbeatable, the star of the squad. I had checked him out a few times, the way all guys do, comparing his body with mine. I'm blond and fair- skinned, 6 feet tall, very lean, naturally muscular, and at nineteen I still have narrow hips and a boyish look. People always think I'm a couple of years younger than I am. But I'm hung big, with a long, thick tool that looks big even when it's soft. The wrestler was shorter than I, about five-ten, with dark skin and dark hair, and built stockier, with muscles that bulged and swelled and intimidated. I'd seen him in the locker room, stripped to his jock strap, and been awed by how big his muscles were, and how solid. He must outweigh me by ten or fifteen pounds, in spite of the difference in our height. I had never seen his cock, and couldn't help glancing at his crotch as I sat waiting. It looked like he had a boner, and it was big, it bulged alarmingly. I glanced at his face, and he was checking me out too, I was still hard. He glanced up at my face, and our eyes met, and we both looked away nervously. Was he here for the same reason as I, was he having trouble not thinking about sex? Was he a member of Doc Peters' program too?
The receptionist called my name, and I got up and followed a male attendant down the hall. As we passed examination rooms I thought I heard sounds of sexual ecstasy, deep male moans and gasps and grunts of pleasure, as though there were other horny jocks being probed and fondled and aroused and made to cum for the doctors as I had been made to cum there the day before - and the day before that. Did all those rooms have machines like the one I had been strapped into, were other guys being probed and stimulated, their deepest most private sexual needs being exposed and exploited? This place was so saturated with sexual thoughts and feelings that I could think of nothing else, and everything I heard reinforced my need for sex.
The room the attendant let me into was different than the others I had seen before, it didn't look like an examination room, or anything medical at all. In fact what it reminded me of was some medieval torture chamber, it was dark and warm and there were strange implements hanging from the wall, lots of black leather straps, ropes, chains, things I had never seem before, and I felt nervous and afraid.
"Take your clothes off and put them in one of the lockers over there," he said, pointing to a row of lockers along one wall. Then put on this mask and wait for the doctor." He handed me a piece of soft black leather, and holding it up I saw it was a hood that would fit over my head.
The attendant left, and I followed his instructions, nervous and uncertain. What was I doing there? What was going to happen to me? Was Doc Peters some sort of quack? What did I really know about him?
I stripped naked and pulled the hood on, just as the door opened, and Doc Peters entered. He was dressed as always, and his appearance reassured me, but with him was a young man in a mask and leather harness. As the young doctor spoke, the naked boy with him stepped up to me and started fastening my mask in place. His cock stuck out, hard, demanding, I wanted to fall to my knees and suck it, make him moan and beg for release, suck him to a gut-wrenching orgasm. He looked even more naked with the leather harness emphasizing his muscles than if he'd had nothing at all on his awesomely muscular body.
"Welcome to our program, Brad," Doc Peters said, holding out his hand. I shook it, and he smiled warmly.
"You must be feeling very confused and anxious," he said.
I nodded. The leather mask covered my mouth, I couldn't say anything. I felt weak, helpless, at the mercy of the sexy young doctor and his naked muscular assistant. My cock was hard, oozing, and the doc's assistant rubbed my naked body with his leather-gloved hands, stroking me erotically.
"Don't worry, that's normal at this stage of your treatment. You are finding out things about yourself that you have repressed and ignored, and it's bound to be distressing. Just let it happen, don't question your feelings, let go."
That worried me even more. Was Doc Peters saying I was queer, that I had repressed my attraction to guys? I wanted to ask him, but the muscular young man with him had fastened the straps on my hood, and my mouth was covered, and I couldn't speak. My entire head was covered, except for my nose and eyes, and I was naked, and my cock was hard. The young doctor reached down and stroked my cock slowly as he talked to me, and with his other hand he rubbed and fondled my naked body, playing with my pecs, pinching my nipples, stroking my body all over, arousing me further. I was crazy with lust, desperate for release. He and the young man led me to a leather contraption hanging from the ceiling and started pushing me back, fastening me into it, lifting and fondling and I realized it was a sling and harness and I was being strapped into it and I was on my back, hanging in the air with my arms and legs held up and my ass exposed, I was naked and vulnerable.
"Part of your problem is that you never deny yourself release when you need it, Brad," Doc Peters told me as he aroused me. "You need to learn to go without sex, ignore those needs and impulses, and then you won't feel so desperate. I know it sounds odd, that denial can make it easier, but you must trust me, as you learn to control these urges, they will become less disturbing. You feel an urgent need to ejaculate right now, don't you?" He was stroking my cock expertly, making my balls churn and my cock throb and ooze. He gathered my fuck juice and rubbed it around on the huge sensitive head of my cock, arousing me further, but denying me release, he knew just how to keep me on the edge, horny and desperate but not able to cum. I fought the straps holding me, more and more desperate, afraid but wanting this, wanting to be used and tortured, suddenly needing this, needing to be bound and gagged and used. I wanted to be the sexy young doctor's slave. His assistant was arousing me too, the two of them were touching and fondling me everywhere, stroking me, arousing me, making me desperate with need.
I grunted my assent, Yes, I needed to cum!
The room was swimming, I was dizzy. All I could see was a sea of white jackets and leather straps, and naked muscular flesh as the doctor and his naked assistant manipulated my naked body. I felt hands on my ass, my legs were up in the air and spread wide, so my crack was wide open, vulnerable. Hands were rubbing my crack, finding my hole, fingers were pushing inside me, rubbing cool slippery stuff inside, lubing me up, then something big was being pushed in there, and I moaned with pleasure. At last my ass was full again, the way I needed it to be. It was big, it was stretching me, and then it hurt as I was stretched impossibly wide, and them it popped inside, and stayed, and felt good. The hands were taken away and the butt plug stayed firmly up my ass. Then it started throbbing and pulsing, and I realized it must have a motor inside, it was slowly swelling and shrinking and jabbing, and it made me even hotter and hornier and more desperate.
The hands resumed their slow erotic exploration of my body, stroking and fondling me in all the places they knew would turn me on as I lay helplessly strapped into the leather sling, naked and vulnerable and wild with lust. They worked my pecs until I was gasping and insane with need, then my cock and balls, stroking me and then squeezing me and milking my cock for precum that they spread around on the head and tortured me with, making me hotter and hornier, but never letting me cum.
"I know you think you can't take this, Brad," the doctor told me, "you're afraid you will die if you don't ejaculate soon, but you can take it, and it won't hurt you. You must learn control, learn to deny yourself so that you can enjoy sex more fully. Give in, relax, accept this."
The giant rubber cock up my ass pulsed and throbbed, the doctor and his assistant worked my cock, I gasped and moaned and begged for release, but I was bound and gagged and helpless, all I could do was accept the sexual torture.
Then they left me, and I hung there in the sling, gasping and dizzy and wild with lust, thrusting and struggling. The huge rubber plug up my ass throbbed and pulsed. My cock was so hard it hurt, my balls throbbed and churned, feeling so full with hot cum they were about to burst. I could move only enough to make my torture worse, every motion squeezed some erotic part of my naked body.
It seemed I hung there for hours, but it can't have been more than ten or fifteen minutes. I heard a door open, and twisted around until I could see. It was the doctor's assistant, the naked muscular stud in the leather harness and mask. He was alone, and I could see his cock was hard, big and hard and sticking out. He walked up to me and stood there looking at me, stroking his cock.
"You're a really hot number," he said as he looked at my naked, helpless body. He rubbed his cock around on my naked flesh, painting me with his fuck juice, stroking my naked muscles with his hard tool. "The doctor won't be back for a while, so we have time for some fun," he told me, moving to my ass, stroking my bare thighs with his huge hard pole. I felt the rubber plug being pulled, and pain as it spread my sphincter again.
"Push out, let it go, stud," the naked muscle-boy told me, and I did as he said, and the plug suddenly popped out. I gasped with pain, but my cock spurted, one giant rope of cum shot up and hit my mask. "Good boy," the naked body-builder told me, tossing the rubber dildo aside and moving into place between my legs. "You're too hot for me to pass this up," he growled, and I felt something warm and hard pushing against my hole, and then he shoved and his huge cock slid in. I was so well stretched and so thoroughly lubed that he entered me easily and I sighed with pleasure. His warm hard meat filled me much better than the rubber cock had, I loved it, I wanted him to fuck me. I grunted with need through my gag.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard," I tried to say. He understood.
"There, I knew you wanted this, I saw you looking at my body, looking at my cock, wanting it. Yeah, pussy boy, you want to get fucked long and hard. Take it stud, take my cock!"
He fucked me then, and my arousal swelled slowly with each long hard lunge of his fuck stick up my ass. I groaned and begged and twisted in the sling, wanting to feel his muscles, explore his body with my hands, lick and suck him, feel him all over. He grunted and swore as he fucked me.
"Yeah, take it stud. Fucking your tight hot hole, making you beg and squeal, take it all, fuck your tight hot ass, buddy, gonna make you cum, fuck your cum right out of you, take it all, take it, fuck yeah!"
And he was as good as his word, he jabbed harder, hit that spot inside, my cock swelled and throbbed harder and faster, and I started cumming, and he kept fucking me harder and harder.
"Unghh! Cumming! Gotta hurry, can't let the doc see," He grunted and moaned and I realized he wasn't supposed to be doing this to me. But I was grateful, I had been so desperate to cum. I shot and shot, my cock pumping out huge ropes of cum, spurting and throbbing and oozing.
The naked muscle stud finished emptying his nuts up my ass, and pulled his cock out with a loud wet plop and then I felt the rubber dildo being shoved up there again and it popped back inside. It went in much easier this time, with my ass already well-stretched, newly fucked, full of cum. The boy leaned down and licked and sucked my cock to get the last of my ejaculation, sucking it while I bucked and thrashed in ecstasy, and then beyond that to where it was ecstatic torture, my cock so sensitive it was painful. Then he licked my body clean as well, obviously loving my muscles, licking and sucking my pecs and abs, eating all my cum.
The muscle-boy finished cleaning me up just as the doctor returned, and there was no sign of what had happened, and he put his mouth to my ear and said "Don't even think of telling anyone about that, asshole, or I'll make you regret it." I didn't care, the relief was still filling my body with pleasure, I had wanted it.
Doc Peters and his naked muscle-boy assistant then resumed torturing me as before, and after another half-hour of continual stimulation and arousal I was as desperate to cum as I had been earlier. The orgasm the muscle-stud had fucked out of me seemed a faint, distant dream, I felt like I would die if I could not cum at once.
Finally Doc Peters went to the locker at one side of the room and removed something, then returned. He held up a small cage of leather and steel. It looked like some medieval torture device. I stared at it in terror. What was he going to do to me?! He started fastening it to my genitals, encasing them in steel and leather. My cock was still rock hard, but as he applied the device, sharp barbs of metal bit into my cock, and my erection died. More pricking, more pain, and little by little my cock went totally limp. It felt like my cock and balls were being clenched by a hand made of thumbtacks, the slightest movement caused me pain. I tried to protest. I hadn't agreed to be tortured and humiliated like this. This couldn't be right, I couldn't stand this.
"I know what you are thinking now, Brad," Doc Peters said, putting a hand on my shoulder and rubbing it comfortingly. "You are afraid that this is all some terrible mistake, and this treatment can't possibly help you, or you cannot possibly endure another moment of abstinence. But don't worry. Everything is fine, you are in good hands here, and nothing I do to you will harm you. In fact it will all help you, and in time you will understand. Just keep that in mind, and accept what is being done to you, and you will respond to the treatment much quicker, you will recover much sooner. Do you understand?"
The doctor was rubbing my shoulder, talking in a quiet, soothing voice, and I did feel better. His assistant had finished fastening the cock cage. My erection was gone, and so long as I didn't move, the cage gripping my genitals didn't cause me pain. I nodded. What choice did I have? The doctor added a small padlock to the device, then stepped back.
"There," he said, smiling. "I'll see you again tomorrow. The attendant outside will give you an instruction sheet on how to deal with this." And he squeezed the cage enclosing my cock.
I screamed in agony as a thousand barbs bit deeply into my cock and balls, and worse yet, I felt my cock starting to swell. My arousal was returning, and even the cage couldn't keep me from wanting sex, hard male sex! How could I last another five minutes, let alone 24 hours?!
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