Doctor is a daddy
Bill's footsteps echoed through the clinic's corridor, each tap of his worn-out sneakers against the polished floorboards a reminder of his anxiety. He clutched his medical file tightly, the edges digging into his palm as he approached the door labeled "Dr. Castelli." The air had the scent of antiseptic, a smell that never quite disappeared no matter how much air freshener they used. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the unknown.
The doctor's office was surprisingly warm and welcoming, a stark contrast to the sterile corridor outside. A large wooden desk sat in the corner, piled with medical journals and a framed photo of a smiling family. Dr. Castelli looked up from his paperwork, his piercing gaze meeting Bill's. He was a towering figure, with a thick beard and chest hair that peeked out from his open collar. Bill's eyes darted away, his heart racing as the doctor beckoned him closer with a firm, yet gentle gesture.
"Good afternoon, Bill," Dr. Castelli said in a deep, soothing voice with a hint of an Italian accent. "I've been looking forward to meeting you. Now, let's get you comfortable, shall we?" Bill nodded nervously, his eyes lingering on the examination table that was covered with a crisp, white sheet. The doctor's demeanor was both professional and comforting, which only added to Bill's confusion about his sudden urge to submit to this man's authority.
"Alright, Bill," Dr. Castelli said, his tone firm yet kind. "I need you to strip down to your underwear so I can give you a thorough check-up. It's important that I understand your body's condition." Bill's cheeks flushed as he began to undress, his hands trembling slightly as he revealed his stocky, hairy frame. The doctor nodded approvingly, his eyes scanning Bill's body with a practiced eye. "You're a hairy boy, aren't you?" he commented, not unkindly. Bill felt a peculiar mix of embarrassment and excitement, his thoughts swirling like leaves in a storm.
As the examination continued, Dr. Castelli's touch was surprisingly tender, his hands moving with confidence across Bill's body. When he told Bill to remove his underwear, Bill's voice slipped, and he called the doctor "Daddy" by accident. The room grew still, the only sound the beating of Bill's heart. Dr. Castelli looked up, his eyes holding Bill's for a brief moment before he spoke. "I think you know what you are, Bill," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You're a submissive, and you need a strong hand to guide you, to take care of you. To be your daddy." Bill felt a jolt of arousal at the words, his eyes wide with shock and curiosity. The doctor's gaze was intense, as if he could see right through Bill's soul. "If you wish to explore this side of yourself, make another appointment. You'll know what to do when you come back." With that, he handed Bill a clean gown and turned away to wash his hands, leaving Bill to contemplate the unexplored desires that had just been uncovered.
The journey home was a blur for Bill. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each more confusing than the last. He kept replaying the doctor's words in his mind, the way his heart had fluttered when Dr. Castelli had called him "hairy boy." The feeling of vulnerability and desire was overwhelming, and by the time he reached his apartment, he was practically vibrating with need. Without fully understanding why, Bill found himself in the bathroom, beard trimmer in hand, attacking the thick pelt on his chest and stomach with fervor. The buzz of the clippers filled the room, and he watched in the mirror as his furry chest became smooth and bare. The sensation was strange, yet exhilarating. He applied shaving foam, the coolness of it against his skin sending a shiver down his spine, and then the smoothness of the razor as it glided over his now-exposed flesh. The scent of mint and alcohol filled the room, a stark contrast to the sweetness of his own arousal.
Once finished, Bill stared at his reflection, his newfound smoothness a stark contrast to the rest of his hairy body. His hand hovered over the phone, his thoughts racing. He knew what Dr. Castelli had hinted at, and the prospect both terrified and excited him. With trembling fingers, he dialed the clinic's number and requested an appointment with the doctor in a few days' time. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, but there was also an undeniable thrill at the thought of returning to the man who had so easily uncovered his deepest desires.
When the day of the appointment arrived, Bill walked into the clinic with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The same nurse greeted him with a friendly smile, seemingly oblivious to the tumultuous emotions that were churning within him. He took his seat in the waiting room, his eyes locked on the clock as the minutes ticked by. The anticipation was palpable, his body already responding to the mere thought of seeing Dr. Castelli again.
Finally, the door opened, and the doctor called his name. Bill's heart skipped a beat as he stood up and followed the doctor into the exam room. "You've been a very good boy, Bill," Dr. Castelli said, his eyes scanning Bill's now mostly hairless torso. "Your chest is so much smoother. Did you do that for me?" Bill nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Daddy." The doctor's smile was warm, his eyes gleaming with approval.
Dr. Castelli stepped closer, his large hand resting on Bill's shoulder. "Why did you do it, Bill?" he asked, his voice low and soothing. "Because if I'm going to be your boy," Bill managed to say, "I should look better for you than for anyone else." The doctor's grip tightened slightly, and Bill felt a thrill run down his spine. "And are you ready to be my boy?" The question hung in the air, thick with meaning. Bill nodded, his eyes never leaving the doctor's. "Then tell me why you did it."
The words spilled out of Bill's mouth, raw and honest. "I did it because I want to be the best for you, Daddy. I want to make you proud." The doctor's smile grew, and he leaned in, his furry cheek brushing against Bill's as he spoke. "Very good boy. You're learning. Now, let me feel your smooth chest." Bill's breath hitched as the doctor's hand moved to his chest, the rough pads of his fingers tracing the smooth skin. The sensation was almost too much, and Bill could feel his arousal growing. Dr. Castelli's touch was firm but gentle, and Bill could feel his own body responding, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. The doctor's eyes never left his, holding his gaze as he explored the new landscape of his chest.
"You did well," Dr. Castelli murmured, his voice a rumble that seemed to resonate deep within Bill. "But our time is up for today. When you come back, you'll know what to do." With that, he turned away, his hand lingering on Bill's shoulder for a brief moment before he let go. The appointment was over, but the promise of what was to come was clear. Bill left the clinic with a new sense of purpose, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew he would return, eager to see where this path led, to embrace the submissive desires that Dr. Castelli had so easily brought to the surface.
Once home, Bill couldn't help but think of Dr. Castelli as 'Daddy'. The term had rolled off his tongue so naturally, it was as if it had been there all along, waiting to be discovered. The thought of pleasing him was a potent aphrodisiac, driving Bill to act on his instructions with an eagerness that surprised even himself. He made his way to the bathroom, his heart racing with anticipation. The doctor's words echoed in his mind: "I think you know what you are, Bill. You're a submissive, and you need a strong hand to guide you, to take care of you. To be your daddy." Bill nodded to himself, his resolve firm. He would do whatever it took to be the good boy that Daddy Castelli desired.
With trembling hands, he picked up his beard trimmer and set to work on the rest of his body. The buzzing filled his apartment, a symphony of transformation. His stomach and legs soon mirrored the smoothness of his chest, the sensation of the cold steel against his skin sending shivers of excitement through his body. He paused only to apply the soothing post-shave lotion, the scent of mint and alcohol now a comforting reminder of the doctor's touch. Then, with a deep breath, he turned his attention to his most intimate area.
His ass had always been a source of pride, a dense forest of hair that had been the envy of many. But now, as he gazed at his reflection, Bill knew he had to offer it up to Daddy Castelli, bare and vulnerable. He trimmed carefully, taking his time, thinking of the doctor's firm grip, his approving gaze. When he was done, Bill was left with nothing but soft, bare skin, his body now a canvas waiting to be painted with the strokes of his daddy's dominance.
In the days that followed, Bill couldn't get the doctor out of his thoughts. He found himself craving the feeling of submission, the thrill of being taken care of by a strong, authoritative figure. He touched himself at night, imagining Dr. Castelli's large hands on his body, guiding him, pushing him to new heights of pleasure. His dreams were filled with the scent of mint and the gentle rumble of the doctor's voice, calling him 'good boy'. It was an intoxicating mix of fear and desire that had Bill counting down the moments until his next appointment.
The night before the appointment, Bill barely slept. His mind was a whirlwind of anticipation, his body a coil of tension waiting to be released. He had never felt so alive, so aware of his own needs and desires. The doctor had seen him, truly seen him, and in doing so had unlocked something within him that he had never known existed. As he lay in bed, his hand sliding over his now-smooth chest, Bill whispered into the darkness, "Thank you, Daddy." The words felt right, a declaration of his newfound self.
The next morning, Bill woke early, his body already buzzing with excitement. He showered, making sure to shave any stray hairs that had dared to emerge overnight. He chose his outfit with care, something that would make Daddy proud. As he dressed, he felt the smoothness of his skin against the fabric of his clothes, a constant reminder of what was to come. The wait was unbearable, but he knew it would be worth it. Today, he would offer himself fully to Dr. Castelli, to become the boy he was meant to be.
The walk to the clinic was nerve-wracking, his bare chest and legs feeling exposed and vulnerable. He couldn't help but feel self-conscious, as if every eye was on him, judging his lack of fur. His friend Marcus, a burly bear with a thick, lush mane, gave him a quizzical look as they crossed paths at the local coffee shop. "Bill?" Marcus said, squinting. "Is that you?" Bill nodded, a blush spreading across his cheeks. Marcus's eyes traveled down to Bill's collarbone, where his usual thick beard line ended abruptly. "What the hell happened to you, man?" Marcus chuckled, his confusion tinged with disbelief. Bill mumbled something about a new look and hurried away, his heart racing.
In the exam room, Dr. Castelli's eyes widened as Bill walked in. "Ah, you've taken my advice to heart, I see," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "Good boy." Bill felt a warmth spread through him at the praise, his body responding despite the embarrassment that still lingered from Marcus's reaction. "Now, let's make sure we're thorough, shall we?" The doctor instructed Bill to strip down completely and stand in the center of the room with his hands behind his head. The cool air hit his bare skin, making him shiver. The doctor's gaze roved over him, scrutinizing every inch. "Turn around, Bill," he said, his voice firm. "I want to see everything."
Bill did as he was told, feeling the heat of the doctor's stare as Dr. Castelli approached him from behind. He reached out, his rough, warm hands tracing the line where Bill's hair had once been. "Good," he murmured, his fingertips grazing Bill's ass cheeks. "So smooth. So obedient." Bill felt a thrill of pleasure at the doctor's touch, his cock growing hard. The doctor's hands lingered on Bill's hips before sliding around to his chest, tweaking his nipples gently. Bill gasped, his eyes closing as the sensation shot through him. "But," Dr. Castelli said, his voice a gentle reprimand, "I think there's one more step we need to take if you truly wish to be my boy." He stepped back, his eyes lingering on Bill's crotch. "Before we continue, I want you to visit the piercing parlor. Get yourself a little something down there to remind you of who you belong to." Bill's eyes shot open, his cheeks flushing a deep red. The doctor's smile was knowing, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't worry, Bill," he said, patting his cheek. "It's all part of the journey."
The appointment came to an end with another firm instruction to book a follow-up. This time, however, there was an extra task to complete beforehand. Bill left the clinic feeling a mix of emotions -- excitement, trepidation, and a burning desire to please Dr. Castelli. The piercing was a declaration of his submission, a symbol of his belonging. He made his way to the piercing parlor, his heart racing as he thought about what was to come. The anticipation was a delicious torment, a sweet agony that fueled his every step.
Once inside, he was greeted by a young man with piercings adorning his ears, nose, and eyebrow. Bill's eyes were drawn to the display of gleaming metal bars and rings. He swallowed hard, his palms sweating. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for, the next step in his transformation. He knew what he had to do; he had to be brave, to be the boy that Daddy Castelli wanted.
The piercer was kind, explaining the process in detail and asking Bill if he was sure. Bill nodded, his voice firm. "I'm sure," he said, his eyes never leaving the doctor's card in his hand. "I want to do this for him." The piercer nodded, a hint of understanding in his gaze. He led Bill to a chair and began to prep him, the cold metal instruments sending shivers down his spine. As the needle pierced his skin, Bill gritted his teeth, focusing on the pain and the promise it brought. The ring was slipped through, a small, shiny barbell that felt foreign against his sensitive flesh. But it was a good kind of strange, a reminder of the path he had chosen.
The walk home was a mix of pain and pleasure, each step a declaration of his submission. He could feel the cool metal pressing against him with every movement, a constant reminder of his new role. The pain was a strange comfort, a symbol of his obedience. Bill couldn't wait to show Dr. Castelli what he had done, to prove that he was worthy of being called his boy.
The days leading up to the appointment were a mix of excitement and fear. Would the doctor be proud of him? Would he still want him now that he was so bare, so exposed? Bill touched the barbell, his thoughts swirling with anticipation. He knew he had to be ready, to show Daddy that he was committed to this new dynamic. He cleaned the piercing meticulously, following the aftercare instructions to the letter. It was a small price to pay for the thrill of belonging.
Finally, the day of the appointment arrived. Bill's stomach was in knots as he approached the clinic, his hand resting protectively over his fresh piercing. He was greeted by the same nurse -- a chubby stocky ginger bear- his eyes widening slightly when he saw his new look. "You look... different," he said, his voice carefully neutral. Bill managed a small smile, his cheeks flaming. "It's for Dr. Castelli," he murmured, feeling a thrill of excitement at the mention of the man's name. He nodded, his gaze lingering before he called the doctor.
Dr. Castelli's office was just as warm and comforting as before, the scent of his cologne wrapping around Bill like a fur blanket. The doctor's eyes lit up when he saw the piercing, his smile growing wide. "You've been a very good boy, Bill," he said, his voice thick with approval. "I knew you'd do it." He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the barbell. "You're mine now, aren't you?"
Bill nodded, his eyes never leaving the doctor's. "Yes, Daddy." The words felt right, like the final piece of a puzzle sliding into place. Dr. Castelli's hand traveled up to Bill's chest, his thumb flicking over Bill's sensitive nipple. Bill's breath caught, his body responding to the doctor's touch. "You're going to need to come back for regular check-ups," the doctor murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "To make sure everything is as it should be."
The examination was thorough, Dr. Castelli's eyes raking over Bill's body with a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying. The doctor's hands roamed, caressing his smooth skin, exploring every inch of him. Bill felt like a treasure to be discovered, a canvas to be painted with the doctor's love. When Dr. Castelli was finished, he leaned in close, his breath hot against Bill's ear. "You're mine," he whispered, his hand wrapping around Bill's cock. "Now and forever."
The appointment ended with a promise of more, a promise of a future filled with love, dominance, and submission. Bill left the clinic feeling both exposed and protected, his body a symbol of his commitment. The world outside had not changed, but he had. He was Dr. Castelli's boy, and he was ready to embrace the journey ahead. With each step, he felt the weight of his new identity, the thrill of his submission. It was a feeling that would never leave him, a bond that grew stronger with every passing day.
The days ticked by, each one more agonizing than the last. Bill's thoughts were consumed by the doctor's instructions, his hand often straying to the piercing in his cock. He shaved meticulously, not wanting to disappoint Daddy Castelli. His smooth skin was a testament to his obedience, a canvas for the doctor's desires. The anticipation grew with every stroke of the razor, each pass over his skin bringing him closer to his next appointment.
Finally, the day arrived. Bill's heart raced as he stood before the mirror, his eyes lingering on his bare chest and the shiny ring that adorned his cock. He knew what was expected of him, knew the final step he had to take. With trembling hands, he picked up the phone and called the clinic. "It's Bill," he whispered into the receiver. "I'm ready for my next appointment." The receptionist's voice was cool and professional, but Bill could hear the hint of curiosity. He booked him in for later that afternoon.
As he lay on the exam table, his heart hammering in his chest, Bill knew what was coming. Dr. Castelli's hand was warm and steady as he approached Bill's cock, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You've done so well, Bill," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "Now, for the final step." He held up the syringe, the needle glinting in the harsh office light. "An injection to shrink it down to size." Bill felt a flicker of fear, the first time he had dared to hesitate. But the doctor's grip was firm, his voice unyielding. "You know you want this, Bill. You need it. You need to be my proper boy."
The doctor's words washed over him like a warm embrace, and Bill felt his resistance crumble. He took a deep breath and nodded, his eyes filling with tears. "Yes, Daddy." The sting of the needle was nothing compared to the wave of submission that crashed over him. He watched, his vision blurring, as his cock began to shrink before his very eyes. The pain was intense, but it was a pain that brought him closer to Dr. Castelli, closer to the life he had always craved. The doctor's praise washed over him, a balm to his fears. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a warm blanket. "So good."
Bill felt the change within him, the final piece of the puzzle fitting into place. He was Dr. Castelli's boy now, fully and completely. The doctor's hand on his forehead was a comfort, his voice a command that Bill obeyed without question. "You're mine," the doctor repeated, his voice a gentle growl. "And you're going to be such a good boy for me." Bill's eyes fluttered shut, the world outside forgotten as he embraced his new reality. He was no longer just Bill; he was Daddy Castelli's boy, and nothing would ever be the same.
The days that followed were a blur of anticipation and fear. Bill knew what was expected of him, but the thought of the final transformation was daunting. Yet, the allure of being Daddy's boy was too great to resist. He found himself shaving again, his hand steady and sure as the razor glided over his skin. The smoothness of his body was a symbol of his devotion, a testament to the man who now owned him. As he stared at his reflection, he could feel the doctor's eyes on him, guiding him, watching him. He knew he had to be perfect.
The day of the appointment arrived, and Bill's nerves were stretched taut. He walked into the clinic with a sense of purpose, his chin held high despite the tremble in his legs. The nurse's eyes widened at the sight of his fully shaved body, the large ring piercing his cock. He nodded, understanding the depth of Bill's commitment.
In the exam room, Dr. Castelli's eyes swept over Bill, his gaze lingering on the piercings. "You've done well," he said, his voice a warm caress. "But now, there's one last step." He held up the syringe, the needle glinting ominously in the light. "You need this, Bill. To be my proper boy." Bill felt a flicker of doubt, his stomach clenching. "What is it, Daddy?" he whispered, his voice trembling.
The doctor's smile was gentle but firm. "It's an injection, Bill. To shrink your cock down to size. It's the final step in your transformation." Bill's eyes widened, his heart racing. The thought of losing the last bit of his masculinity was terrifying, but the doctor's voice was soothing, his presence all-consuming. He took a deep breath, his mind racing. He didn't want to disappoint Daddy Castelli. "But I don't think I can, Daddy," he said, his voice barely audible. For the first time since their relationship had begun, Bill felt the weight of his own will pushing back against the doctor's control.
Dr. Castelli's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "You will obey," he barked, his voice a whip crack. "You are mine to shape, to mold into the perfect boy." Bill felt a tear slide down his cheek, the reality of the situation crashing down on him. He didn't want to lose his cock, didn't want to be so vulnerable. But the doctor's grip was iron, his will unyielding. "Please," Bill whispered, his voice cracking. "I'll do anything, but not that."
The room was silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a scalpel. Dr. Castelli stared at him, his expression unreadable. Bill felt his resolve crumbling, his body betraying him as he began to cry. "Please, Daddy," he sobbed. "I'll be good, I promise." The doctor's eyes softened, his hand moving to Bill's cheek, wiping away the tears. "Alright, Bill," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "But you know you need it. You'll come back when you're ready."
Bill left the clinic that day feeling both relieved and disappointed. He knew he had to come to terms with his desires, to fully embrace his submission to Daddy Castelli. But the fear of losing himself was too great to face just yet. He would return, he knew, when he was ready to become the boy the doctor wanted. Until then, he would wear his piercings with pride, a silent declaration of his devotion. The journey was far from over, but Bill had taken the first steps down a path that would forever change his life.
The days until the next appointment were a blur of longing and trepidation. Each time Bill looked in the mirror, he saw the piercings that marked him as the doctor's, the smoothness of his skin a stark reminder of his submission. He touched the barbell in his cock, feeling the weight of the decision that lay before him. Yet, the fear of disappointing Daddy Castelli was a constant gnawing in the back of his mind. He knew he needed to be obedient, to be the good boy the doctor desired.
The night before his appointment, Bill's nerves got the better of him. He shaved his body once more, his hand steady as the razor whispered over his skin. The cold steel was a comfort, a promise of the dominance he craved. His cock was already sensitive from the piercing, and the thought of the doctor's touch sent shivers down his spine. He knew he had to be perfect, to be worthy of Daddy's love.
When he arrived at the clinic, Bill felt a mix of excitement and dread. The nurse's eyes widened when he saw him, his gaze lingering on his shaved body and the piercings that adorned his chest and cock. He led him to the exam room, where Dr. Castelli was waiting, his expression a mix of approval and hunger. "You've done well, Bill," he said, his voice a warm rumble that seemed to resonate in Bill's very bones. "Your body is almost perfect." The doctor's eyes flickered to the syringe on the counter, the needle glinting in the harsh light.
Bill's stomach clenched as he saw the syringe, the reality of what was about to happen setting in. He knew he had to go through with it, that this was what he had been working towards. He took a deep breath and nodded, his voice shaky. "I'm ready, Daddy." Dr. Castelli's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good boy," he murmured, his hand stroking Bill's cheek. "You're going to be the perfect boy for me."
The doctor's hand moved to the base of Bill's cock, his thumb gently pressing the plunger. Bill felt the cold liquid fill him, a strange sense of detachment washing over him as he watched his cock begin to shrink. The pain was intense, but it was a pain that brought him closer to his Daddy, a pain that marked him as owned. His vision swam as the transformation took hold, his body betraying him in the most delicious way possible. He was no longer just Bill; he was Dr. Castelli's boy, a creature of pure submission and need.
The doctor's voice was the only thing grounding him as the world grew fuzzy. "Look at you," he cooed, his hand never leaving Bill's now tiny cock. "So beautiful, so obedient." Bill felt his tears fall, not just from the pain, but from the overwhelming sense of belonging. He had given up his last piece of masculinity, but in return, he had gained a love and dominance that filled his very soul. "You're mine now," Daddy Castelli murmured, his voice the sweetest sound Bill had ever heard. "Forever and always." And with that, Bill let go of his fears, his body fully and completely under the control of the man he had come to love. The journey had been fraught with doubt and pain, but in the end, he knew he had found his home, his purpose. He was Dr. Castelli's boy, and that was all that mattered.
In the days that followed, Bill experimented with his new body. He found that even though his cock remained small and unresponsive, his pleasure was more intense than ever before. He would sit in his apartment, his heart racing as he slid a dildo into his ass, imagining it was Daddy's cock claiming him. The sensation was almost too much to bear, but he pushed through it, eager to prove his worth. Each time he came, it was with a small trickle of semen that barely dampened the bed sheets. The sight of it filled him with a strange mix of sadness and pride, a reminder of his transformation.
But it was the moments of solitude that truly tested Bill. He knew he was different now, that he could never go back to the life he had known. He was a submissive boy who craved the dominance of his daddy. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and desires, each one more intense than the last. He yearned for the doctor's touch, for the feeling of being owned and cared for. The thought of being with anyone else was unbearable.
And so, Bill waited. He waited for the next appointment, for the next time he could see Daddy Castelli. He wore his piercings proudly, a symbol of his submission, a declaration of his love. Each day was a battle to keep his desires in check, his mind a constant playground of fantasy and need. But he knew that when the time came, he would be ready. He would be the perfect boy for his daddy, in every way possible.
The appointment could not come soon enough. Bill felt like a caged animal, desperate for the release that only Daddy could give him. He had followed the doctor's orders to the letter, shaving every inch of himself, ensuring he was always smooth and bare for his master's inspection. The thought of disappointing his daddy was unbearable, so he practiced with his dildo, trying to coax his small, shrunken cock into some semblance of life. It was a futile effort, but it was all he had to cling to in the endless hours that stretched out before him.
When the day of the appointment arrived, Bill felt like he might burst with anticipation. He dressed in his best, his mind racing with excitement and fear. Would Daddy be pleased with him? Would he find him worthy? As he sat in the exam room, his legs shaking, he knew that no matter what happened, he had come too far to turn back now. The door opened, and Dr. Castelli stepped in, his furry bulk filling the space. "Hello, boy," he said, his voice a warm caress. "Let's see how well you've been taking care of yourself."
Bill's face flushed as he removed his clothes, his small cock already nestled between his legs, a stark contrast to the doctor's powerful presence. The doctor's eyes took in his shaved body, his piercings, and the tiny member that was all that remained of his manhood. "Very good," he said, his approval sending waves of pleasure through Bill's body. "You've learned your place."
The exam was thorough, the doctor's hands moving over Bill's body with the confidence of a sculptor assessing his work. But when the doctor reached for his cock, Bill flinched. He hadn't been able to achieve an erection since the injection, no matter how much he tried. The doctor's expression grew stern. "What's wrong, boy?" Bill's voice was small as he confessed his failure, his cheeks burning with humiliation. "I can't get hard, Daddy," he whispered. "It's just a trickle when I come."
Dr. Castelli's eyes narrowed, and he picked up the dildo that lay on the tray next to the bed. "Show me," he said, his voice a command that Bill couldn't resist. With trembling hands, Bill lubed up the toy and pushed it into his ass. He moaned, his body responding despite his fear. He stroked his tiny cock, trying to coax it to life, but it remained limp and unresponsive. The doctor's eyes never left his face as he worked the dildo in and out of him, his own arousal evident in the bulge of his crotch. When Bill finally came, the semen barely made it to the bed, a sad, pathetic puddle that only served to highlight his lack of manhood.
The doctor's expression was unreadable as he pulled the dildo out and set it aside. "You've done well, Bill," he said finally, his voice gentle. "But we need to work on this. It's important for a good boy to be able to please his daddy." Bill felt a flicker of hope, his body still singing with the aftermath of his orgasm. Perhaps Daddy Castelli would help him fix this, would make him whole again. "Come back in a week," the doctor said, his eyes lingering on Bill's shrunken member. "We'll try a different approach."
The week dragged on, Bill's thoughts consumed by his inadequacy. He avoided his friends, unable to face their questions about his new look, his new self. Each night was a battle, his body aching for the doctor's touch, for the dominance that had become his lifeblood. When the day of the next appointment finally arrived, Bill was a mess of nerves and need. He dressed in the clothes that Daddy had picked out for him, a tight shirt that emphasized his new smoothness, and shorts that left little to the imagination.
In the exam room, the doctor was waiting, his expression expectant. Bill stepped closer, his heart racing. "Please, Daddy," he whispered. "Make me whole again." Dr. Castelli's smile was slow, a predator eyeing its prey. "I'll do what I can," he said, his voice a warm rumble that sent shivers down Bill's spine. "But you must remember, you are mine. Your body, your pleasure, your pain, all of it belongs to me." Bill nodded, his eyes never leaving the doctor's. He knew it was true. He was nothing without Daddy Castelli's guidance.
The doctor handed Bill a small plastic bag. Inside were a pair of shorts and a tank top, both far too tight for Bill's stocky frame. "Put these on," he instructed. "And make sure everyone can see what's yours." Bill's cheeks burned as he pulled on the clothing, the fabric clinging to his now-smooth skin. The shorts were so short that his pierced cock was almost visible, and the tank top left little to the imagination. The doctor nodded in approval. "Good boy," he murmured, his eyes lingering on Bill's bare chest. "Now, I want you to visit the local gay bear sauna. It's a place where hairy men like you used to feel at home."
The sauna was a bastion of masculinity, a place where Bill had once reveled in his fur. Now, as he stepped inside, his bare skin feeling the heat, he felt like an outsider. The other bears stared at him, their shock and disbelief plain on their faces. Marcus was there, lounging on a bench, his furry chest on full display. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw Bill, his deep belly laugh echoing through the steamy room. "What the fuck happened to you, man?" he jeered. "You look like a plucked chicken!" Bill's humiliation was complete, but he knew he had to endure it.
He found a spot in the corner, his legs spread and arms behind his head as Daddy Castelli had instructed. The piercing on his cock was a constant reminder of his submission, the barbell glinting in the dim light. The stares of the other men in the sauna made him feel like a specimen on display, a freak of nature. They whispered to each other, pointing at his shaved body and the piercing that marked him as property. Bill's cheeks burned, but he remained still, his eyes fixed on the tiles in front of him.
It was then that Marcus approached, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He leaned in, his fur brushing against Bill's bare skin. "What's this?" he sneered, reaching for the ring that pierced Bill's shrunken member. Bill's heart raced as Marcus's fingers closed around it, giving it a gentle tug. The pain was exquisite, a reminder of his new place in the world. "You really are pathetic," Marcus said, his voice dripping with scorn. "Let me show everyone how much of a good boy you are." And with that, he yanked the ring hard, forcing Bill's body to respond.
The orgasm was weak, a mere trickle of semen that barely left his body. The room grew silent, the only sound the dribble of fluid hitting the floor. Bill felt the eyes of every man in the room on him, their contempt palpable. But amidst the humiliation, there was a spark of something else -- pride. He had done as Daddy had told him, endured the embarrassment and the pain. He was a good boy, a boy who had given up everything to be owned by a man who knew exactly what he needed.
The journey home was a blur of shame and arousal. His cock remained limp, a sad shadow of what it once was, but in his mind, Bill was replaying the doctor's touch, the sound of his voice. He knew that Daddy Castelli had sent him to the sauna to test him, to push him further into his new role. And he had passed the test, hadn't he? He had taken it all, the stares, the laughter, the pain. He was a submissive boy now who lived for the pleasure and dominance of his daddy.
The next day, Bill found himself craving more. He needed to be pushed further, to prove himself to Daddy Castelli. He decided to visit a leather shop, his eyes drawn to the racks of harnesses and collars. The clerk, a burly man with a pierced lip, looked at him strangely as he picked out a collar that matched his new look. "You're not usually into this kind of thing," he said, his voice low. Bill felt a thrill of excitement as he replied, "Daddy's making some changes."
The collar was snug, the leather warm and comforting around his neck. He wore it proudly, the metal tag at the front gleaming with the doctor's name. It was a declaration of his submission, a symbol of his love. The thought of Daddy Castelli's hands on him, his voice in his ear, was all he could think about. He knew he had to be the best boy he could be, to make Daddy proud.
The next appointment couldn't come soon enough. Bill was a mess of nerves and desire, his body begging for the doctor's touch. When he walked into the exam room, he was met with a smile that sent his heart racing. "Good boy," Dr. Castelli said, his eyes raking over Bill's new collar. "You're really embracing your role, aren't you?" Bill nodded, his voice a whimper. "I want to be the best boy for you, Daddy." The doctor's smile grew, his eyes dark with lust. "And you will be," he murmured, his hand reaching for the collar. "You'll be the best little slut for me."