I was sitting in the waiting room, eh, waiting, I guess, when the telephone rang in my office. I put down the men's health magazine and ran for the phone in the office.
A deep gruff voice was on the other end, "You Doctor Wall? This is Coach Wally from Center High School. I heered you take care of dental stuff and there's no pain."
"True. How did you hear about me?"
"Some of the kids on the football squad mentioned it. Now I gotta terrible pain in a back tooth. When can I see you?"
"Let me look in the appointment book. Too bad my secretary is off today (every day). Ah, I see I have a cancellation at 1:00 PM. How's that for you?"
"It's not good, but I'll take it."
He arrived actually at 12noon. I made him wait fifteen minutes and then shamelessly pretended I was saying goodbye to a patient leaving from the other door from the office.
He was a big fellow, I'd say early thirties. Big, slightly overweight body but he had a baby face, crowned with butter yellow hair short hair. I laughed to myself that he looks like a baby, especially with those big thighs.
"Come in coach. Did the boys tell you about the "device"?"
"Yeah, it sounds a little gay to me, but (he lowered his voice) I'm a coward when it comes to pain. I'd try anything. Say, you look as young as one of my high school kids. You sure you know how to do this stuff?"
I smiled and laughed slightly and sort of pushed him into the chair. I put the bib on his big neck and looked right into his blond buzz. Why a guy with such a good scalp of hair decides to cut it off is beyond me.
I handed him the cock collar and showed him the switch. I had a feeling that this wasn't the first time he had handled one of these.
"Doc, can you take another one of those paper things, the bib, and put it on my lap...for privacy, right."
"Sure coach."
I lowered the chair so that he was almost horizontal. "Open up. Which tooth is bothering you?"
He pointed to a rear molar and I saw a spot on the distal side. I probed it. He pushed me and my explorer tool out of his mouth and sat up, his face red and his fists cocked for action.
"Did that hurt?"
"Like a son of a bitch. Wait a bit while I turn this on."
He slipped it over his prick, all this hidden from my view. I heart the hum of the vibrator. His face relaxed. I know I had a happy masturbator here.
I placed the cotton rolls and the extractor in his mouth. He was still smiling slightly. I tried the probe, he didn't even seem to notice it, so I got selected a drill bit and told him to open wide and I began. No reaction. He seemed deep in his wank feelings. This thing was really amazing. I ought to write a paper for the County Dental Association.
Now the position that his decay was in was a little hard to reach. I found myself in front of him and my knee almost into his lap. Without meaning to, I dislodged the paper bib and it fell to the floor. Now he was revealed. He had a small fat cock and that required him to keep his hand pressing the collar toward him to keep from having his short stubby from losing contact.
Drill, drill, drill. Now I mixed the cement. The session was almost over. I got in front again and with my spatula I tamped a little into the preparation. Somehow I moved quickly and the boy-toy slipped out of his hand and fell on the floor and all the discomfort of the drilling hit him. He howled like a baby. Then tearfully he bawled out, "You jerk, I was just about to complete when you...wait, quick, rub and play with my ear."
He had a nice ear, but frankly I've never been into ears. Is anybody? But as I rubbed his earlobe and then ran my fingers in his ear hole, he began purring in happiness. This ear job used one of my fingers and I needed them to finish up the packing of the cement and put this metal foil over it for him to close on it. The only thing I could think of was to push out my unusually long tongue and give him ear/head. Oh, how he loved that. His big thick legs began to lift and lower and his pale blue eyes rolled in his head. Big boy was on his way.
I ordered him to close on the foil, he did, then he moaned through his closed mouth and from his lap came a long stream of funky cum. He really ruined his work out pants and his sweat shirt, but I know he loved every pulsating stream.
He lay there passively afterward, his mouth still closed on the prep. The timer rang. I removed all the stuff from his mouth. Coach, believe it or not, kissed my hand. "Doc, you're a wonder. I didn't feel a thing." Then he thought a minute, "Except for that excellent cum. Whatever the charge, double it."
So, up to now, my patients, afraid of pain, accepted my remedy without must embarrassment. I guess that's because I've got doctor in front of my name. I did have difficulty with one patient who knew about the prick collar but had difficulty in accepting the idea.
He had been recommended by my first patient, you remember? He was a Chinese kid, a high school senior. Very lithe and handsome, but also very dignified and I guess a private individual.
He only needed a cleaning. He had excellent teeth but a bit of tartar had developed. As soon as he was in the chair he stiffened up in fear when I just put the paper protector over his head.
"What's that?" he asked alarmed.
I patted his soft, velvet skinned cheek. "It's only to protect your clothes from getting tooth paste etc."
He sat back again. As I lowered the back I looked him over. He was a beauty, that glossy thick dark hair and his lovely skin color, resembling that caf‚ con leche dress my mom had.
"Sir, do you have the pain killer thing?"
"Oh yes, I almost forgot, slip this on your penis and snap on the switch in the back. Have you ever used one of these, er, Chinese fingers?"
"No sir, I do not engage in self abuse."
Sure, I thought, I'd take you for a mattress humper.
He seemed very handy with handy dandy and I heard the motor go on. His perfect shiny jet eyes closed and a pretty flush appeared on his cheeks. Oh shit, I was falling in lust with this boy. I must remember to maintain my professionalism.
As I began the first stage of his prophylactic (cleaning to you) I noticed he was sighing slightly. This was a hot boi. I was now enjoying his tongue. It must have been the nicest tongue I ever saw, smooth, red, clean and big. While I was imagining all sort of things that tongue could do for me, I pressed my erection against the arm of the chair and was met with his forearm pressure.
There we were, me with half my consciousness on the cleaning and half on the semi-wank, and dear Chan, his slim, very long penis getting a machine wash. One of his slim hands was moving the collar in and out. In other words, he had added another motion. I was a little afraid that he might brim over before I was finished.
What do I really mean "finished"? Yeah, I was fast nearing a climax myself. Our breaths mingled, his smelled sweet like jasmine and I had rinsed just before he arrived.
"Doctor, I think that I might reach a climax. Do you have another bib or tissues?"
I grabbed the tissues and he slightly opened his eyes, allowed the Pleasure Tube to fall on the floor and gasped out, "My essence is spilling."
I watched his cock head, now purple in color spitting stream after stream of pure white, fragrant spooge onto the wad of tissues. He moaned sweetly through it.
I lost him for a minute as my cock began spurting in my jeans. I clasped his shoulder for support and he rubbed my hand like a patient with benefits.
He buttoned up, rose and offered his hand and shook mine. "A very pleasant experience. I thank you."
That evening I worked on my laptop and write an article about my discovery. I waited two weeks for a reaction. I opened the letter with anticipation but found that I had made a mistake. The ADA enjoined me not to use the "Man's Best Friend." It finished the letter saying, "While it is not illegal, you might risk a lawsuit and your insurance company would not back you.
Well I am stuck with three unused cock cuffs and not able to use it on patients. Not to be wasteful, I used them in the office and watched porn at the same time. It passed the time pleasantly.
Right now I am working on hiring a cock sucker to service the patient. That ought to be real painless dentistry. My friend from dental school, Jeff, you remember Jeff, he has volunteered.
End of story