If you are under age, or live in an area where reading stories that include sex between males is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story, please leave. The story starts rather slowly and there is no sex for a while. Please be patient while I introduce the characters. This story is a work of fiction written for my amusement and yours. I have added a lot of fantasy to the very little I know about hypnosis. As they say on television, do not try this at home. Please leave hypnosis to the professionals.
The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. Thanks to Tim for his advice and friendship. Comments are appreciated at NJMcMick@yahoo.com.
Chapter One
Josh
It all started that Tuesday morning at the doctor's office. What took me there actually started a while before that but that wasn't the important part. I sat there in the waiting room of Morris Proctology Associates nervous as hell. The week before I had discovered minor rectal bleeding and panicked. I got out the book of network providers supplied by my insurance company, found a specialist nearby and made the appointment immediately. I didn't know anything about medicine so I was in a terrible state all weekend, imagining all kinds of horrible things. Maybe I've watched one too many colonoscopies on the Today Show but I was convinced I was dying of cancer.
I was a basket case sitting there waiting for Dr. Jacob Howard to look up my butt and tell me how much longer I had to live. Okay, maybe I'm a bit of a drama queen and hypochondriac. After all, I'm only 24 and aside from this problem I'm in perfect health, if you don't count terminal shyness and numerous minor neuroses.
"Joshua Slater."
I jumped on hearing my name called and looked toward the door. A nurse was standing there looking in my direction. I followed her down a hall and into the examination room. She put me through the usual routine while I waiting for the doctor. Height 5'7", weight 132, temperature 98, pulse 76, blood pressure 110/80. Couldn't get much better than that but that still didn't mean I wasn't dying. Once the little old Jewish doctor poked around in my ass we'd know the sad verdict. Even if it wasn't something terminal it was still humiliating as hell having to undergo an examination like that. When I made the appointment the receptionist had given me a list of instructions to prepare myself for the visit, to make sure I was clean. Even over the phone I blushed at having to talk to a woman about things like that. I hoped the nurse wouldn't be in the room for the exam.
As the nurse was making some notes in my file a door across the room opened and a black man around 30 walked in. He was drop-dead gorgeous, around six feet tall, slim but well-built, shaved head and a trim mustache and goatee. He reminded me a bit of that R&B singer who just goes by the name Joe. I figured he must be a patient who had taken a wrong turn. Instead of turning and leaving he walked toward me and held out his hand.
"Joshua? I'm Dr. Howard. How are you today?"
So much for making assumptions based on names. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. It's like the man just oozed sexuality. Not that I'm into black guys, I've never even dated one. My type is generally little blondes. But this guy was just so masculine. He radiated confidence and authority.
"Joshua? I do have the right room, don't I? Are you all right?"
"Oh, sorry, sir. My mind just wandered off somewhere. I guess I'm a little nervous."
"Nothing to be nervous about, Josh." He took a minute to look over my file. "I see you're experiencing some problems. Suppose we take a look and see what's going on down there. Would you be more comfortable with the nurse here or not during the exam?"
I lowered my voice, hoping she wouldn't hear. "I'd rather she not be here, if that's okay, sir."
"Fine, you're the boss." He gestured toward the nurse and she left the room, closing the door behind her.
"Okay, if you'll get up for a minute I'll show you how this contraption works. You just kneel on this step thing facing the table, bend over and lay your upper body across the table. Then I push this button and your head goes down, your butt goes up and voila! You're in an inverted V with the part I need to examine up where I can see it. It's pretty simple."
He was so self-assured and matter-of-fact about everything; very much in charge yet not the least bit intimidating. In spite of my embarrassment I felt myself beginning to relax. I was mesmerized by his dark eyes and deep voice and almost forgot why I was there.
"Shall we try it?"
I immediately knelt where he had told me and lay forward on the table. He chuckled.
"Sorry, Josh, but my x-ray vision isn't working today. I'm afraid you'll have to drop your drawers first."
"Oh damn, I'm sorry, doctor. I guess I just wasn't thinking."
"Don't worry about it. Everybody's a little nervous their first time here. Just try to relax."
I unfastened my jeans and let them fall to the floor, then slowly pushed my boxers down, knelt again and got into the position. I closed my eyes and tried taking deep breaths, hoping to relax. The table moved until I felt like I was standing on my head with my ass in the air.
"Okay, Josh, I'm going to use a couple of scopes to take a look. The first is pretty small and shouldn't bother you much."
He applied something wet and cool to my ass and I felt something very small push into me. He twisted it this way and that and made all kinds of murmuring sounds. Finally he took it out.
"I think I see the problem but I want to complete the exam to make sure I don't miss anything. This scope is somewhat bigger and may be a little uncomfortable. Just take a deep breath and push out. I'll try to go easy on you."
This time I definitely knew something was going up my ass. Actually, in this position is was more like down my ass but you know what I mean. It was uncomfortable but didn't hurt. I estimated it was somewhere between a finger and a cock in thickness but seemed longer than either. It seemed to go pretty far in and then he just twisted it around a bit. He slowly pulled it most of the way out, then twisted it back in. Once again he pulled it out, this time all the way. I felt the table begin to move back into the original position. A box of tissues appeared next to me. I felt a light pat on my left cheek.
"All done, Josh. Clean yourself up, get dressed and come into my office over there so we can talk." He pointed to the door he had come through earlier.
I got myself together, my hands trembling as I fastened my jeans. He seemed pretty blase about it so maybe it wasn't anything much. Then again, he does this all the time so even cancer is probably an everyday thing for him. I let myself into his office. He was sitting at a desk facing me, writing in a file. He motioned to the chair across from him so I took a seat. I just watched him write, focusing on his hands. He had long, thick dark brown fingers. I immediately noticed the gold band on the third finger of his left hand. The hot ones are always married. I was practically sitting on the edge of my seat so when he put down his pen I jumped at him.
"So what is it, Doctor?"
"In medical terms you have condyloma accuminata. That's a fancy Latin term for warts."
"Warts down there? Is this serious? How did I get them and what do we do about it?" I'd had a wart on my finger once and the doctor burned it off with something that looked like a small soldering gun. This couldn't be the same kind of thing.
"All warts are caused by a viruses. It looks like we caught these three early. Treatment is fairly simple although they can be stubborn at times and may require multiple treatments."
"Will it hurt?"
"It will be a little uncomfortable but not too bad. This really isn't a big deal, Josh, but there is something a little more serious about this that I want to talk to you about."
Uh-oh, here comes the bad news. Maybe I was dying after all.
"Serious? I'm gonna be okay, aren't I"
"Like I said, the warts are no big deal. But the way you got them was by having anal intercourse with someone who had penile warts. Am I correct in assuming that you are gay and that the act was consensual?"
Shit! I really didn't want to come out to him. Not even my family doctor knew I was gay but there was no point in trying to hide it now.
"Yes, doctor, I'm gay. And it was consensual. Is that important?"
"It could be. Since you have warts internally it is apparent that your partner wasn't wearing a condom. And since warts are a sexually transmitted disease it also appears you were not in a monogamous relationship with him. Have you been tested for HIV since this encounter?"
"Yes, I went to the free clinic at the hospital a few days later. I tested negative but they said I had to go back again after six months to be sure."
"When was this?"
"Five months ago."
"After I've treated the warts I can take your blood for the second test. It'll be the right time and it will save you a trip to the clinic.
"Thanks, doctor. I've been scared to death ever since I did that. I never had any kind of unsafe sex before. I'm usually so careful about it but that night I was so drunk I wasn't paying attention."
"Do you drink a lot?"
"Not usually. But this one night I went to Connexions, that's the gay club a few miles from my apartment, and I was really horny. I rarely have any luck in bars. Maybe I'm too shy, maybe other guys just don't find me attractive. Anyway, I was pretty desperate that night and I wasn't meeting anyone so I just kept drinking. I was just about to leave when this guy picked me up. Good thing 'cause no way I could drive. He took me back to his place, we had sex, then he brought me back to my car. I'd pretty much sobered up by then but I don't really remember much about the sex itself."
"I hope you don't do that very often. It's dangerous when you lose control and don't know who you're with."
"Yeah, well waiting all this time to be tested again has worn my nerves. You can be sure that I'll never do that again."
He changed the subject and we went over the treatment he planned. I made an appointment for the next week and left, feeling drained. I hadn't told anyone, not even my best friends, about that bareback experience. I had kept it to myself for so long. As soon as I got home I broke down and cried.
Jake
Another day, another asshole. I know, it's dumb, but those were the words that went through my mind every morning when I got to my office. My friends and family can't understand why I chose this specialty. They think it's a dirty and disgusting job. Sometimes it is but then again most fields of medicine can have their bad moments. Parts is parts, that's what I tell them. Somebody's got to do it.
Besides, I've got a bit of a fixation on this part that I specialize in. I've always been fascinated by assholes, the part not the personality. Back when I was ten my best friend Barry Jones and I used to play doctor all the time. It was only natural since our fathers were both doctors and in practice together. Our game always ended up with me finger fucking him. I just loved to play in his hole and he just loved having it played with. We didn't think of it as sexual, we didn't even know what sex was. It was just fun, something we both enjoyed doing. After we went through puberty I became enthralled by girls as I was supposed to be but Barry just didn't seem to catch on. One day his mother caught him sucking off the boy next door and his parents sent him off to a military boarding school to 'straighten' him out. I almost never saw him after that.
I soon forgot about him, though, once I discovered sex. I seemed to have a knack with the girls and never had a problem getting a date. A lot of them had no problem giving blowjobs but drew the line there. Some girls had no qualms about going all the way so I could usually find all the pussy I wanted, especially when word spread about the one-eyed monster swinging between my legs. But what I really wanted was a piece of ass, literally. In high school it was out of the question. The two girls I suggested it to looked at me like I was crazy and wouldn't even let me fuck their pussies after that so I didn't bring the subject up again until I got to college. There I found that some girls were into anal sex although it wasn't always easy finding them and my being so well endowed discouraged the ones I did find. It wasn't exactly the kind of thing you could just slip into dinner conversation. Now and then I got what I wanted although never as often as I wanted.
I'd actually considered guys at the time. I didn't have any hang-ups about guys; I just didn't have any attraction either. I was sort of neutral on the male body. I had fond memories of what Barry and I had done and knew I could have as much fun with a guy's ass as I could with a girl's, but I also knew that it wouldn't go any further than that, just a moment's pleasure. What was the point in that?
By the time I got to medical school my anal fixation was bordering on obsession. I married a stunningly beautiful woman my third year of med school thinking she would be enough to satisfy me but it didn't work. I wanted to fuck her ass and she wasn't interested. Our sex life was very traditional and good but I wanted more.
I decided to take a radical step to try to cure myself and picked proctology as my specialty. I know, you're thinking that's like the fox guarding the chicken coop, but it actually worked, at least partially. Looking at assholes all day took some of the thrill out of them for me. Besides, half of the patients were men and I wasn't into that. And most of my female patients were either old or unattractive so I had no problem with them either. When a hot young babe did come into the office my sense of medical ethics was strong enough to overcome my lust. It was always tempting but I developed quite a bit of willpower.
I had always suspected that my wife had married me for the prestige of being a doctor's wife and sure enough she was horrified at my specialization decision. Our relationship deteriorated and she left me during my residency. I joined a good practice and my professional life was very good. The only thing I was missing was a woman in my personal life who was into a little ass play but other than that I had life pretty much under control.
Or I did until I walked into the examining room and saw Joshua Slater sitting on that table. The first word that popped into my head when I saw him was pretty. Not that he was feminine. Sure, he was kind of small with a slight build and he wore his hair somewhat long, like a throwback to the seventies. And he had beautiful gray eyes, the kind I could just lose myself in. But he was definitely a guy. Another thing that caught my attention about him was his vulnerability. A lot of my patients are nervous when they come in; most have never had anyone up their butt before. But Joshua was absolutely petrified. I turned the charm up a notch and tried to get him to relax.
When he dropped his drawers and turned his back to me I nearly gasped. He had narrow hips but for a slender guy he had the most beautifully rounded bubble butt. I've always gone for slim-hipped women but he had one of the most perfect asses I'd ever seen, and I've seen plenty.
Once I had him in position I spread his cheeks and took a look at his anus. His ass was absolutely hairless and his pink pucker was perfection itself. I thought back to the fun with Barry and it was all I could do to keep my gloved finger away from his hole. I forced myself to focus on the business at hand and went through the examination. As I was removing the sigmoid scope from him it looked so erotic that I couldn't resist reinserting it and pulling it out a second time. I was the closest I had ever come to misbehaving with a patient and that shook me up. I finished up quickly and went into my office where a desk would keep us separate.
Josh
I went back to the doctor's office for the treatment a week later. He used some kind of chemical to burn off the warts. I didn't want to know too much about the details; I just wanted it over with. Three weeks later I had to go back so he could check the results. Once again I was upside down with my ass in the air. It almost felt as if Dr. Howard was caressing my cheeks as he spread them to inspect my hole. I wasn't complaining. His hands felt wonderful. And there was something so calming and reassuring about his voice as he talked his way through the exam. He used the little scope again and seemed to take forever though I was in no hurry for it to be over. Finally, he gave my butt a light slap and stepped back.
"Looks good, Josh. Turn around and sit on the table. I'll draw some blood for that lab test and we'll be done."
When the table was level again I got up, turned and jumped up onto it. In spite of it being my third time there and his reassuring manner I was still a little flustered. But that's me, nervous and self-conscious to a fault. I completely forgot my pants were still around my ankles so I was sitting there facing him naked from the waist down. To make it worse, apparently his exam had turned me on a bit so my dick was noticeably swollen, sticking up out of my lap. I quickly covered it with my hands.
Dr. Howard let out a small laugh.
"Don't worry about that, Josh. Lots of people find anal stimulation erotic. I'm sure that will go down when I put the needle in your arm."
He took the blood and went into his office. I got dressed, cursing myself for being such a jerk and followed him. He was sitting at his desk again and I took the chair opposite.
"It looks like you were lucky, Josh. I got them all and there's no sign of any recurrence. You might want to come back in a few months just to make sure but I think it's all behind you now, so to speak."
"Thank God. Now if I just get good news from the lab test I can start to breathe again."
"Are you going to play safe from now on, Josh? Please tell me you've learned your lesson."
"I have, doctor. I've always worn a condom in the past and I'll make sure there are no slip-ups in the future."
Dr. Howard looked a little puzzled. "I wasn't talking so much about you wearing one as your partner. It's especially important that the one on the receiving end be protected."
"Yeah, well, believe it or not, I'm usually in the other role, doc. I call myself versatile but in reality it usually doesn't work when I'm the one who gets, um, you know."
"Gets fucked? You can use whatever words you're comfortable with here, Josh. We're not in an English class. What do you mean that it doesn't work when you get fucked? I'm not being nosy but I really don't know much about this. I've only had one or two gay friends that I know of and we never talked about sex."
It sounded so strange hearing the doctor talk like that. He was so professional. It was hard to think of him as just a guy, although I got hard again just hearing such a hot looking man say the word fuck to me.
"Well, I like to, um, fuck, I really do, but I've always had these bottom fantasies, too. It's just that when it comes down to trying it I just can't relax enough to do it. It either doesn't work at all or it hurts too much. I've actually succeeded in being fucked only three times and the only reason it worked that last time was because I was so drunk. Even though the guy was really hung the booze relaxed me."
"I don't recommend you use alcohol as a means to relax in the future. Yes, it loosened you up but it also clouded your judgment and led to unprotected sex. You've got to find another way to relax if you want to live out your fantasies."
"That's easier said that done, doctor. I'm the poster child for the term 'uptight'. Nothing relaxes me."
"I don't buy that, Josh. You were nervous as hell on your visits here but you relaxed enough during the exams. Maybe you just need to be with the right guy."
"Maybe, but I've tried it with a number of guys, all of them really nice and understanding, and no luck."
"Have you considered seeing a hypnotist? That might work for you."
"A hypnotist? Like those guys on stage who make people cluck like chickens?"
"I'll admit some people use hypnosis for entertainment, but it has plenty of medical value as well. It can be used in place of anesthesia, to help someone quit smoking, to ease many phobias. Lots of therapists incorporate hypnosis into their treatment."
"I don't know. It sounds like hocus pocus to me."
"It's really quite legitimate. I got interested in it in college and read up on it, even took a class on it. I got pretty good at it practicing on my friends."
"Do you think maybe you could help me with it?"
"I'm sorry, Josh. It's not a part of my practice, not what I'm licensed to do. If you're interested in trying it you should really see a professional, someone who's trained in it. Lots of psychologists are qualified."
For a minute I had been interested. I liked the idea of Dr. Howard hypnotizing me. He was easy to talk to and already knew my problem. I felt good around him. There was no way I wanted to go to some psychologist with this, though.
"I'll think about it, doctor. I guess I shouldn't take up any more of your time. Thanks for all of your help. This whole thing has been a horrifying experience but you made it bearable. Thanks."
"We should have your lab results back in a few days. We'll give you a call."
Jake
I couldn't stop thinking about that white boy's ass. I didn't know what about him fascinated me so; I'm not into guys, never have been. I may be into ass but I like women, pussy. I've never been much of a breast man but cock (other than my own) has never even entered into my sexual fantasies. But there was something about this sweet vulnerable kid with the beautiful ass that drove me wild.
I managed to maintain my professionalism while treating the warts when Josh came back for his second visit. It was more difficult when he came back for the final checkup. I'm sure my exam was more sensual than it should have been but I did nothing I could reproach myself for. I would have loved to caress those mounds of flesh and play with that hole a lot more though. I was relieved to see that his condition had completely cleared up so he wouldn't have to come back again to tempt me.
I was a bit shocked when he sat up on the table afterwards and I saw his little stiffie poking up from his crotch. Like I said, I'm not into dick and the only hard one I've ever seen in person is my own. I know from what the ladies tell me that I'm a lot bigger than most guys. I've seen a few hardons in porn movies but those guys are probably chosen for their size so I can't use them for comparison. Six inches is supposed to be about normal and I guess that's what Josh's was, maybe a little less. He was obviously mortified that my exam had so aroused him and I tried to calm him. Actually, it kind of turned me on that my examination of his ass had excited him so.
I was much more relaxed once we were in my office and I was seated behind my desk. I was truly concerned with trying to help him with his problems though it was thrilling talking to him about his sex life, about his anal fantasies. I could see how shy he was and realized that he had probably never been able to open up and talk to anyone about this kind of stuff. I was totally ignorant on gay sexual matters but I tried to listen and be supportive. I felt a little honored that he was relaxed enough with me to share his deep personal concerns. Even so, I was glad when the appointment ended. I didn't need this kind of puzzling disruption in either my personal or professional life.
A few days later I came back from lunch and found his file on my desk with the lab report clipped to the outside. I quickly scanned down to the bottom for the result. Non-reactive. I let out a sigh of relief. Thank God. I decided to wait until later and call him myself to give him the good news. After my last patient left I worked on some insurance paperwork. By the time I was done it was a little after six. I figured he'd be home, so I looked up his number in his file and called. At the sound of his voice my mind immediately conjured up the vision of his perfect little pink pucker. I could feel myself starting to get hard as I spoke to him. There was such a sound of relief in his voice when I gave him the result of the test. I wasn't sure but it sounded like he was crying. Sometimes being a doctor can be so rewarding.
I thought that maybe then I could forget about him since I wouldn't ever be seeing him again but I couldn't get him off my mind. I went to bed every night with that beautiful hole in my mind and my big hard dick in my hand. It started taking a toll on my relationship with my girlfriend, though that wasn't on the strongest grounds to begin with. Teri had made it clear she had no interest in anal sex when we started sleeping together several months earlier and I didn't push it, but it was on my mind so much I brought it up again. She as much as called me a pervert and cut me off for over a week. After that she seemed to find more fault with me than usual and I felt less satisfied with our sex life even though it was pretty much the same as ever.
One night I was at her apartment in Boonton and we had yet another big blowup over nothing. She stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door. I took off, got in the car and headed for the highway to go home. Just before the entrance ramp I saw a sign for a bar and decided I could use a drink. It wasn't until I had parked and was almost at the door when I noticed the name of the place- Connexions, the place Josh had mentioned. I hesitated and debated what to do. I'd never been in a gay bar before. Finally, I decided to go on in. I figured no one was going to molest me and I really wanted a drink. I could take care of myself.
The place was a converted train station and the bar was upstairs at track level. I stopped at the top of the stairs to let my eyes adjust to the light. Even so I nearly stumbled as I crossed the room to get to the bar. Out of the corner of my eye I had glimpsed Josh.
I caught the bartender's attention and ordered a vodka martini. He had just put my change on the bar when I felt a tap on my elbow.
"Dr. Howard, I thought that was you."
"Hey, Josh, what's up? Are you being good?"
"I'm always good, doc, but nobody seems to notice or care."
"How about calling me Jake? We're not in the office now, you know."
"Okay, Jake. What are you doing here? I didn't think this was your kind of place."
"It's not but I really wanted a drink. I didn't realize what this place was until I was here."
"Well, it's a slow night. You're probably the hottest guy in the place but I don't think anyone will bother you. Lots of straight people come in here."
"How about we find a place to sit? Can I get you a drink?" I had pretty much gulped mine down and decided I could use another.
I got a refill and a rum and coke for Josh and we headed for a booth toward the back of the place. He was a sweet kid and nice to talk to. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad night after all.
Josh
I couldn't get Dr. Howard out of my mind for days after my last appointment. When he called with my lab results I nearly melted at the sound of his deep voice, then started sobbing when he told me I was negative. I tried not to let on but I think he could tell I was crying. After that he kept popping into my head at all times of the day and night. One night I was dreaming of his long thick dark brown fingers. I don't know why I was so fixated on them. Maybe it's because they were the only phallic part of him I had seen. Anyway, I was dreaming that he was finger fucking me, sliding his fat finger in and out of me, massaging my prostate. I awoke as I was spurting all over my chest. I cleaned up and just lay there for a while, thinking about those haunting eyes and that deep soothing voice until I fell asleep again.
I continued going to Connexions a couple of time a week. It was a waste of time but I kept hoping I'd meet someone. I was too shy to approach anyone so I usually spent the whole night playing video games. Some top I was. And then one night I was just finishing up a game when I saw Dr. Howard come into the bar. He was the last person in the world I expected to see there so I couldn't believe it was him, but there couldn't be two guys in New Jersey who looked like that. I got up my courage and went over to talk to him. He bought me a drink and we went to sit down. I knew he was straight but I still felt like I was on my dream date. I found myself wishing there were more people there so all of the regulars could see this hot guy paying attention to me.
"So what are you doing in Boonton, Jake?"
"My girl lives up on the hill. We were out tonight but got into a fight when we got back to her place. That's why I needed a drink."
"Girl? I thought you were married?" I pointed at his left hand.
"Divorced, a couple of years. I leave the ring on because lots of patients are more comfortable with a married doctor."
"So what did you and your girlfriend fight about, if I'm not being too nosy?"
"Nothing really. We seem to fight all the time anymore. She's starting to remind me of my ex-wife in that respect. But I really don't want to think about her now or I'll end up getting really drunk. How have you been doing?"
"Okay, I guess. It's a relief knowing I'm healthy again but other than that my life is as boring as ever."
"Have you given any thought to seeing a hypnotist about your 'tension' problem?"
"Not really. I mean, it's intriguing and would be great if it worked but there's no way I can walk into some therapist's office and say, 'I want you to hypnotize me so I can get fucked up the ass'."
Jake was taking a sip of his drink and nearly choked on it.
"I didn't think of it that way. I suppose that would be hard for anyone to say, much less someone as shy as you."
I screwed up my courage and again asked him what I had asked in his office.
"Are you sure you can't help me? You're the only one I've ever been able to talk to about this."
"I wish I could, Josh, but it's just not what I do in my practice. I'm not a professional hypnotist."
"I know, but maybe you could help me as a favor. You know, not in your office as doctor and patient, but just friend to friend. I mean, we aren't really friends, but you know what I'm saying. I'm not putting this very well."
"I know what you mean, Josh. I really wish I could help you but I don't know how ethical it would be for me to do it. You are my patient."
"But I'm not your patient any more. We're done with that. We're having a drink right now as acquaintances, not as doctor and patient. There's nothing unethical about that. You'd be doing me a favor."
"Perhaps, but I'm not even sure I could help if I tried. Tell you what, I'll think about it. I'll give you a call and let you know."
"Please. And don't think about it too long. It's not like I'm desperate to get fucked but you've raised my hopes. Please hypnotize me."
I wasn't usually so aggressive but I really wanted this. The idea of being able to be a successful bottom excited me but even more than that I wanted to spend more time with Jake. I knew he was straight so I wasn't even dreaming of sex or dating or anything like that. I just liked being with him. Something about him made me feel good.
To be continued...