Billy went back to the doc's, not sure how long he could keep this up. If his dad found out about this, any of this! he'd be grounded, hell! worse than grounded! Hell, he would have to find another place to live. Maybe his uncle and aunt would take him in. Not likely.
So he got to the office around six-thirty. The receptionist, nurse, whatever she did, was putting away some files quickly as he came through the door.
"Hello William."
"Billy remember? Call me Billy."
"Very well" she closed a drawer and locked it "the docs were not sure you would be here this week or not."
"Well I'm here" Billy looked at her desk "so what's on the schedule for tonight?"
"Just one patient" and she started to gather her things "you sure you can stay?" she stopped to give him a close look.
"I'm here ain't I?"
"Very well" she got her purse and coat "I'm off then. Have a good evening."
As soon as he no longer heard her feet on the stairs, he slipped back to the exam room looking for evidence of who would be the pateint tonight but the set-up looked oddly normal.
He finished the normal prepping of materials and returned to the reception area. He was just changing the radio station when the door opened. It was a face he had seen before. And he just knew what was coming next.
"Herms what you doing here?" came from the deeply tanned schoolmate. Billy could not put the name on the face but knew him from, what class?. A senior coming up this fall, and probably on the football team again. Jim? John? Something like Mertins or Martens, but someone who barely noticed him at school. Hell, the football players only stayed to themselves, not underclass wrestlers. Bad enough being a "crapper" but an underclass "crapper", that was the worst, Billy could almost hear him thinking.
" Gotta job here this summer" Billy answered, extending his hand knowing he wouldn't shake. Damn but he did!
"Hope it pays better'n mine at Jones?"
"Jones Landscaping?"
"Yeah, I tried your dad's place but he already hired someone" he said. Damn, what's his name? This is embarrassing, he seems to know all about me.
"Sorry but he always has someone by April. But hey" Billy looked at him thinking what the hell "the guy's been makin noises about leavin. Try dad again in the week or two, see if he still has the opening."
"Thanks Herms you're okay" and he slapped him on the back.
"For a cra--wrestler you mean" Billy started to produce forms, knowing the name would pop up that way. He handed them to him and gave him a pen "why don't you fill these out before the doc comes out. Did the doc ask you to bring -"
"Yeah right here" he pulled a crumpled paper from the pocket of his jeans, "sorry it's..."
"It's cool" Billy unfolded it as best he could and added it to the clipboard the guy left lying on desk "I'm cool" and added under his breath "for a crapper."
"Hey sorry, just because the team likes t'treat you guys like second class citizens some times" he took the forms and started to fill them out.
"Ain't your fault" Billy looked over his shoulder at the name, Joel! that was it! Joel Merklins, of course. The transfer student from last year, no wonder he hardly knew him.
"So what the doc make you do around here?"
"Usual scut work, y'know cleaning up, checking forms, filing, boring stuff" Billy got up heading for the door "but I also get to learn some stuff too might come in handy for college" yeah, like the sexual kinks of half this town, he chuckled but felt himself respond "I'd better tell the doc you're here... Joel" and Billy disappeared.
He looked around in back and was checking things in the main room when Kroos came through the door,
"Welcome back Billy" Kroos gave him a good punch on the arm and then a big hug "we thought maybe we lost you."
"No such luck doc" Billy pulled away "just had some thinkin t'do. You been okay without me?"
"We have been busy Bill" Kroos looked around "and we are very glad you are back. You are having second thoughts all this... about the... er... project are you?"
"Why is everyone asking me that?"
"Everyone???" Kroos looked around for the paperwork.
"Forget it" Billy smiled "how many patients we got tonight? I got Joel out front."
"Joel Merkins?"
"Merklins yeah. Anybody else expected?"
"No just him, why?"
"Well Kroos, I know him from school okay? Like we 'know' each other and" and Billy busied himself getting all the equipment in order, glad he didn't see the camera "he's on the football squad and y'know if things get y'know 'intense', I should be helping YOU or be doing something else while the doc's in here with Joel. If y'get my meaning okay?"
"He will not be here tonight" Kroos looked around "I will be doing his examination... that is if it is all right with you."
"A 'regular' exam?"
"I expect so. Nothing 'exceptional' or 'experimental' like the others. He said he was having problems with blackouts."
"Like passing out?"
"Precisely" Kroos tapped his watch "now if you are finished with your thousand questions, please go and get our patient. And Billy" Kroos gave him a friendly pat on the ass "glad you are deciding to be staying with us."
"Me too" Billy added under his breath, I guess. He wasn't gutsy enough to punch him back so he went out of the room. Hell, Kroos was a big hulking man, and if he were not so freaked about his dad finding out... Maybe he was still remembering that first day he 'encountered' Kroos but that felt like years ago "I'll bring him in."
Billy went to the reception area, "Finished with the forms, Joel?" He picked them off the table looking for the line "current complaint" and sure enough it said "blackouts".
"I guess. So now what?"
"The doc's waiting for you. His name is Kroos, Doc Kroos, very friendly, just don't let him scare you - "
"Scare me?" Joel almost sat back down.
"Well he's a... big guy. He can be a bit intimidating to some people. But he's real cool. Don't let the accent throw ya. He's from like Europe or something."
"Big guy huh?"
"Yeah, ready?" and the two went through the door. Billy steered him into the main exam room where Kroos was waiting for them.
"Holy shit" came out of Joel as he walked through the door, his eyes almost bugging.
"Hello I'm Doc Kroos" he came over to shake his hand "is everything okay?"
"You the doc?" Joel looked him up and down "man Billy was right you are a hun- a big guy. You play ball?"
"Play ball?" Kroos frowned, not sure which way to take it.
"Y'know, football."
"I played soccer when I was younger but when I started weight training" he twisted his arm to flex the muscles "I traded speed for strength as I should have expected so I stopped playing."
"Man that's some build you got on you" Joel was all but ignoring Billy now "too bad you don't play ball... football I mean."
"Not much experience with American football I am afraid" he picked up the clipboard "now you said you are experiencing blackouts?"
"Yeah, it just started happening this summer - "
"Joel works for Jones Landscaping doc" Billy returned with hangers "outside work. It's really ball-breaking stuff."
"Is that right... Joel?" Kroos double-checked the name.
"Yeah, like Billy says, I'm outside all day and hell, last couple of weeks I been passing out."
"Well we better run some diagnostics on you then" Kroos starting making checks on the clipboard "now if you will hand your clothes to Billy here and we can see what the problem is."
"Billy you gonna..." Joel looked around nervously "you gonna stick around for this?"
"Hell no" Billy said "I got work to do out front, in case you didn't notice the piles of papers everywhere. Soon as you give me your stuff to hang up I'll leave you two alone."
"But Billy I may need you here" Kroos gave a curious look to Billy still remembering the school connection.
"Well unless it's real important I'll be out front. Now Joel let me get your stuff so I can get outa here."
"Okay I guess" and Joel pulled his jacket off and gave it to him. He pulled the t-shirt over his head, revealing a smooth, hairless but bulked and muscular torso, and as Billy put them on the hanger Joel sat down to pull off his running shoes and socks, "sorry but these gotta stink."
"Nothing I ain't used to" Billy took them and put them in the locker. He came back but Joel was hesitating with his pants.
"Glad I put on clean underwear I guess" Joel started to turn red as he unbuckled them and pulled them down. He waited for Billy to make a comment but all he said was,
"Okay you know where your stuff is" and hung them up. As he left he said "call me if you need me" and closed the door behind him.
"So he works for you huh?" Joel looked around covering himself with his hands, and then plunked his ass down on the table.
"Yes Billy has been spending some time here this summer working for us. I hope he continues on and maybe even thinks about entering medical school, he is very bright."
"For a wrestler" Joel wanted to test the waters with Kroos.
"Wrestler?"
"Yeah, he really ain't what you call varsity material, too small y'know what I mean? The guys on the team kinda laugh at some of the wrestlers, especially the scrawnier lower weight classes. But a big guy like you knows what I mean right?" and he waited for the confirming nod and wink.
"Well actually from what I've seen of the wrestlers they are nothing to be, as you say, 'sneezed at', no?" Kroos placed the stethescope to Joel's chest and was surprised at the rapid heart rate "you were running over here tonight?"
"No" Joel tried not to notice how close he was to Kroos' body "I just might be a little nervous is all, I'm not usta doctor's offices y'know?"
"Well let us see what your blood pressure can tell us" and Kroos slapped the cuff around his rather large bicep. He pumped it up and quickly stopped as he got his readings. They were 84 over 55.
"So I guess they're high too doc?" Joel looked around the room.
"Actually they are significantly low" Kroos said making more notes "now lie back for a moment" and Kroos palpated around Joel's neck and chest, while at the same time testing his skin tone and tension. He started to form a picture.
"I'm going to take some blood from you, but before I do I will need a urine specimen."
"Sure doc" he took the cup from Kroos "where's the bathroom?"
"I'm afraid the regulations state that I must be present when you do, so if you could stand up?"
"Y'mean like here? Y'want me t'piss right here?" Joel looked around expecting leering faces - Billy's, strangers', everyone's! - to appear from the walls.
"Do you want me to turn my back?" Kroos was trying to be very cautious at this step.
"Naw... I guess..." and Joel got to his feet and without looking Kroos in the face pulled down the front of his briefs. A perfectly shaved crotch with a matching smooth cock was exposed. Again Joel braced for the comment but nothing. He unscrewed the cap and pointed his dick into it. After a good minute of squeezing he finally was able to produce a small amount of very dark urine.
"Sorry doc that's the best I can do" he stuffed himself back into the briefs and handed the cup and cap to Kroos, who actually held it to his face and sniffed it "what was that for?" it was Joel's turn to be surprised.
"Now if you lie down again while I draw some blood" and Kroos took out a needle and two tubes "this will only prick a little" and he swabbed the arm with the alcohol.
"I know, I useta give blood" but Joel still closed his eyes and looked away. Kroos quickly drew the blood and, as he suspected, Joel passed out.
Billy had tiptoed to the observation room and started one of the cameras. He did not know if Kroos would need it or not but better safe than sorry, he was thinking. They had told him before, the one-way glass tended to muddy the image, but hell, he had nothing else to do. He watched the exam waiting for something to happen and when he saw Joel turn white and go down for the count he ran back to the main room. Kroos saw him and waved him away,
"It is okay Billy, he passed out again" Kroos was not upset but directed Billy to label the tubes of blood while he made more notes.
"Is he sick?" Billy was trying not to sound concerned, but after all he knew this guy.
"No he will be fine. Stand by if I call you..." and pointed to the door.
"Fine" and Billy returned to the other room. Damn, why'd I come in tonight if I'm just gonna be in the way, he thought.
After a while Joel's color returned and he woke up,
"What happened?" he looked around and then saw Kroos. He turned beet red.
"You passed out... again when I drew your blood."
"Man I never do that..."
"Joel, were you working outside today?"
"Of course doc, everyday."
"Were you out in the sun the whole time?" Kroos just kept jotting.
"More or less" and now he got worried. He hoped this didn't mean he had to give up the job before he talked to Mister Herms. He was making good money and damn if he could find something better this late in the summer.
"How much did you drink today Joel?"
"I dunno, a couple of bottles I guess."
"More than three?"
"Maybe three... or four" and tried to see what Kroos was writing.
"Well Joel I know you do not like needles but I am afraid it would be a good idea if I started an IV on you -- "
"Shit, like right now?"
"I am afraid so" Kroos went to the cabinet and moved several bottles until he found the right one "you know that you have been letting yourself get very dehydrated. And you have not taken any salt tablets either I would imagine."
"Guess not" Joel looked down, a bit relieved and a bit stupid.
"Now lie back down and we will get some fluids back into you" Kroos added some supplements to the bottle and hooked it up to the tubing. He went back to Joel and found a vein quickly and before Joel had a chance to pass out again the needle was in.
"Damn doc that one's almost as big as when they take blood" Joel sputtered out but this time stayed conscious.
"Now just lie there a while and try not to move around too much" Kroos adjusted the flow to increase the speed slightly "does it hurt?"
"Naw I can take it" but Joel was already feeling the effects. It was like an energy rush coming into his arm and spreading to his torso. He lay back as Kroos went over and adjusted the air-conditioning.
"I'll be back in fifteen minutes."
"Okay doc" Joel just closed his eyes feeling himself start to come back.
Kroos went into the observation room and found Billy as he expected.
"Are you gonna need me or should I leave" Billy said indicating the camera.
"If you can, I will need for you to stay, our patient is recovering nicely but we shall see."
"What do you want me to do except" and he pointed again "take bad home movies."
"Just stay close in case I need you Billy" Kroos started to leave "and one more thing - "
"What's that?"
"I meant what I said before... about your considering medical school."
"I'd have to win the lottery first."
"Well do not rule out such a thing, okay Billy?" and he left.
When Kroos came back into the room Joel opened his eyes "that you doc?"
"Yes Joel how are you feeling?"
"Good..." Joel leaned forward a bit dizzy but steady "and I guess a bit stupid."
"Why is that?"
"This is my own stupid fault ain't it?"
"You cannot be too angry with yourself" Kroos checked the bottle, it was almost empty "a lot of guys who work contruction and roadwork and... sports" looking at him "forget how important it is to stay hydrated" he went and got his prescription book and wrote two quickly.
"What's that for?"
"Oh just some vitamins and supplements and of course" Kroos tossed him a bottle "you won't need a prescription for these."
Joel looked at the bottle knowing what they were: salt pills.
"I shoulda known..." he looked sheepishly at Kroos.
As the bottle emptied Kroos finished the preliminary exam making sure there were no other problems. He scheduled Joel for some x-rays the following day "to be safe" and made final notes on his papers.
Joel was impatient waiting for the bottle to empty. When it was done he got up to his feet, "can we disconnect this thing now?"
"Is it starting to hurt?"
"Well it ain't like I can't feel it."
"I was going to give you a second bottle" Kroos went back to the shelf and found what he was looking for.
"Before you do that, can I use the facilities?" Joel looked around for the bathroom.
"Well we already have your specimen."
"No doc I don't gotta pee if you know what I mean" he looked around getting redder by the minute.
"Of course" and Kroos gave him a small plastic bottle "do you know how to use this?"
Joel looked at it and recognized it: an over-the-counter enema "ya really need me to... use this?"
"Yes I do" Kroos went back to the cabinet "or should I...?"
"NO that's fine doc" and Joel was sliding off the table as fast as his wooziness would let him.
"Well the instructions are on the side. Make sure you wait several minutes before voiding it back out, all right?" Kroos disconnected the tubing in Joel's arm, leaving the plug in. He covered both with a large bandage " bathroom is down the hall to your right and Joel? do not get that bandage wet, all right?"
"Right" Joel half-staggered, half-dashed out of the room.
He got to the bathroom in time and just let it rip. He had not felt any need all day but having the fluids pumped into him just signaled all systems to kick in. When he was finished he took the bottle out of the container and inserted the pre-lubed tip into his butt. He was not going to let on to the doc he had done this before, better to play ignorant, so it caused a minimum of discomfort. As long as I don't gotta do this in front of anyone, he thought. The pressure caused the expected reaction as his cock started to swell a bit. He almost let himself be tempted to get in a quick wack but this bathroom was not his preferred choice right then. When he was finished and cleaned out he took a moment to take in the rest of the room. He was surprised and almost curious when he noticed the large shower facility and three shower heads? Why in the world? He might get Herms aside later and ask him. Before he was gone too long he loped back to the exam room, feeling a certain level of energy returning.
"Everything all right?" Kroos stood up from his counter when he saw Joel return "I almost sent Billy to make sure you were fine."
"Yeah everything seems to be working again" he tried to kid.
"Very well, now if you get back on the table?" Kroos came over to examine the bandage and needle to make sure it was still in place. He tested it with a syringe and found the line still open. When Joel was lying flat he started the second bottle, "this one might take a while longer" Kroos began adjusting the flow "we do not want to drown you now do we..."
"What's this one now?" Joel could see a different label.
"We are giving you some vitamins this time and more potassium" Kroos looked at him evenly.
" Like gatorade you mean?"
"Similar, but your body can assimilate it, absorb it better rather than drinking it. You realize how dehydrated you were when you came in here?"
"Yeah it was hot out today."
"Oh it was more than one day. You had been dehydrated for at least a week from what the tests showed. I already ran your blood and your urine tests and you were in a near-critical condition."
Joel jerked up, "was I gonna die?"
"No, of course not" Kroos touched his bicep and guided his shoulders back down to the table, but left his hand there, the warmth going right to Joel's face "but you could have become very very ill. The immediate danger would have been blacking out and falling or breaking something, depending on how you landed. But in the long run your heart - "
"Thanks for the warning doc, I guess it was stupid."
"Well as long as you are more careful in the future, and when your x-rays return normal, I can let your parents know you are okay."
"So that's it?" Joel looked around, scanning the area for any telltale instruments lying around. But all the torture devices were well hidden, he thought. He might get through this in one piece, he assured himself. And yeah, whenever he got that idea, something when kaBLOOOOOeeee! Not that he didn't trust himself around the doc, but... better not go down that road, he lectured himself. Don't lecture me, he told his better half, I know you ain't gonna let anything stupid like that happen! Shit, he's a goddamn doc, so knock it off!
"Well I need to check your lymph nodes last, to make sure your dehydration did not cause any problems there or infections you understand" and Kroos reached for the waistband of Joel's briefs and pulled them down to his thighs. Joel was more than startled and tried to joke,
"You mean the turn-your-head-and-cough routine doc? I gotta stand up?"
"No you are fine like that" Kroos started feeling and pressing into his groin and down into his crotch. The effect was immediate. Joel's cock started to fill and lean to the side.
"Sorry doc I thought that wouldn't happen...considering..." he looked anywhere but down at himself and at Kroos' large hairy hands at his balls.
"Why is that?"
"You're kidding right? I'm not supposed to... y'know, bone like that."
"Well I am surprised at the rapidity of your reaction" Kroos started to manipulate and pull at his scrotum. That brought him to full hard.
"C'mon doc give me a break here" but it seemed there was blood enough to rush to his face as well.
"Does that happen frequently?"
"Hell no!" Joel looked at Kroos, trying to cover the blush with bluff "in fact I been kinda glad - "
"Glad? How?"
"Well just glad, y'know okay? I mean, y'know... y'don't wanna y'know, haveta always, well... like worry well y'know keep thinkin -- worryin less y'know... about this stupid... y'know... problem..."
"Problem? With erections?"
"Well..." Joel could not look at the doc now. He tried to keep his eyes shut, knowing that looking down at himself, down at his shaved crotch and give-away bone, "I guess... yeah..."
"You mean problems getting erections?"
"Fuck no! just the... well, the opposite --" and he regretted it as soon as he said it "no I mean - "
"I would imagine, due to your dehydration and low blood pressure you have NOT been having as many erections, correct?"
"Well... yeah... I guess you could say that."
"And why would that make you glad Joel?" Kroos turned away and went to the drawer for a glove. Joel saw it coming and by reflex lifted his knees.
"No not glad..."
"But you just said that since the dehydration has become noticeable enough to start causing blackouts you have been glad not to have as many erections, is that not what you said?"
"Geez doc" and Joel tried to lower his legs, but then remembered how hard and obvious he looked "ah... well..."
"You had better explain" Kroos just stood there with his hand poised.
"C'mon doc, cut me some slack here..."
"Slack?"
"Geez y'know it's kinda embarrassing."
"I am a doctor" Kroos put the ungloved hand on Joel's knee "it would not be anything I have have not heard before. Do you not trust me?"
"Geez doc" but Joel felt that warm hairy hand radiating heat up his leg straight to his crotch "it's hard to explain..."
"Joel you will not shock me. Try to trust me."
"It just seemed that..." Joel started cautiously, braced for the slightest expression from the doc "the less water I drank the less I gotta worry about... y'know THAT kinda stuff...and I heard the guys talk about training and everything and how when you're trying to get your weight down sometimes it happens... y'know?"
"So you were doing it intentionally? But not for the purpose of losing weight now, were you?"
"No doc, I don't need to lose weight in summer. It's the off-season remember? Hell with that damn job, I gotta do everything just to keep myself from turning to a pile of bones."
"So you were doing it to" Kroos applied the slightest pressure to his hand "prevent erections?"
"Well not intentionally!"
"But that was part of it right?"
"Hell... I guess... a little" and now large beads of sweat were forming all over Joel's chest and legs. It looked like someone had turned on the faucet.
"Well I am glad to see you are perspiring again" Kroos said "now please lift your legs again, you seem to be familiar with this procedure."
"Hell, I've been to docs before" and Joel lifted his knees, but now afraid his little dehydrations stunts were no longer going to protect him.
"Very well, you know this will not hurt any more than the enema before" Kroos' lubed finger slid right in, meeting no resistance. A soft "shit" excaped from Joel's mouth. Kroos twisted his finger around, noting how loose the sphincter was "well it seems the enema had a very... relaxing effect" and without difficulty a second finger slid in and he reached his prostate with ease. Joel let out a deep moan.
"Doc please don't" Joel was almost wimpering.
"This is not hurting is it?"
"Doc please..." but Kroos could see a steady oozing of moisture at the end of Joel's very hard and now very red cock.
"If this is hurting" but before he could finish Joel gasped and a small very thick dot of white paste popped out of the slit of his cock.
Joel just lay there with his eyes closed, not knowing what to say. Before he could react, Kroos scooped it up with a piece of glass slide and set it aside. He withdrew his finger and discarded the glove then placed the specimen in a plastic container and put it in the freezer.
"Sorry doc" Joel finally muttered.
"I did not expect such a strong reaction" Kroos kept a straight face.
"Me neither... I guess" and he leaned forward to check the bottle thinking, now what? Can this get any worse? Damn, just let this end!
After a moment to let him recover, Kroos came back and checked the bottle. Maybe a half hour left, tops. He looked at Joel, "do you have any insight into why you responded like that?"
"I guess it just happens. Hell, you're a doc, you must have seen that before right?"
"Not so quickly, with so little provocation..." the doc looked at him closely "and I do not believe the enema loosened your sphincter that much, did it?"
"Doc!"
"Have you been... have you been inserting things inside your rectum while mastubating?"
"Doc c'MON!!"
"Maybe I need to get a culture from there. That may be necessary if.." Kroos' face was directly above Joel leaving him no maneuvering room "if you have been allowing other boys - "
"DOC!!!"
"Do you want to tell me Joel? I am your doctor and you should not need to worry about shocking me."
"Doc... I don't know... I mean" Joel was trapped now, trapped and betrayed by his body. How could he get out of this one. And the reaction from the parents!
"If you're worried about your parents" Kroos was reading his mind? "what you say stays here. In private. Between us only, all right?" he was back with a swab and before Joel could react, had slipped it into his butthole, and as quickly stored it away.
"Damn..." was all he could say and when the doc came back with another swab and pointed at his cock he just shrugged and said "yeah well... y'know some stuff..." and let him jab it into his piss slit. He gave out a yelp and then it was over.
"You have been sexually active then, correct?"
"Yeah doc I guess you can draw the picture. You can't tell on me now! Please doc!"
"Of course not" Kroos stored and labeled everything and came back to Joel, again putting his hand on his bicep.
"So I'm like in deep shit now right?"
"Why would you be" Kroos kept the pressure steady "unless you are talking about your little dehydration act."
"Hey it was keeping me from getting boners all the time, especially -- " damn, he thought, I gotta stop doing that. Shut up Joel!
"Especially around other guys who might not understand, you mean."
"Fuck" and Joel shut up, squeezing his eyes closed, not ready for the expression on Kroos' face.
"Now this is how I am interpreting this. You were trying to deprive yourself of water, thinking that if you kept yourself dehydrated and your blood pressure low, you would prevent yourself from getting erections in... how should I say... compromising situations where the other person... the other guy.. would not appreciate it. Am I wrong?"
Joel felt the blood return to his face again. Damn, this guy got it all figured out. Damn this guy should've been doing this act on the stage not wasting it in a damn office! Damn, if he could have just stopped the blackouts his parents would have never gotten involved and his "problem" would have been solved. Now his whole life was unraveling. Again.
"Damnit doc... can't we just call this something else?"
"Joel do not worry, I will not be putting all these... details... in the file. As far as we are concerned you were simply overexerting yourself at work and with more attention to your fluid intake and clean x-ray reports we can consider the matter closed."
"Thanks doc. I was worried for a minute you were..." and Joel felt the anvil come off his chest. It even seemed the room got a bit cooler. He opened his eyes and leaned forward, almost ready to hug Kroos but stopped himself before his hands were off the table. He thought it would be safe to at least give him a friendly grab to the shoulder. He was not prepared for the hard muscle he felt there.
"Thanks doc... man" and he allowed himself a bit of a rub "man that's some kinda solid there. You must do some major training or something."
"Yes both free weights and Nautilus, but I must admit I have been much too busy with patients the last month or two to keep up the daily regimen like I should."
"Whatever, you still look hot -- I mean you look in good shape" and the red returned to his face.
"I do not mind... and thank you for the compliment" Kroos looked at Joel, naked and sweaty on the table and considered where this might lead. For the time being he would let the kid take control of the situation. It might relieve some of his worry, Kroos thought.
"Man I bet you have some major serious muscles hiding under that jacket. Man like you -- sorry!" and he bit his lip.
"I what?"
"I just wondered that's all... how built you are... but.. fuck... you know my sick trip, forget I said anything, okay doc?"
"You were just complimenting me. Nothing to be ashamed of. That IS what you- "
"Forget it doc, I didn't mean anything, forget I said anything" damn my mouth, he thought, I can't keep it shut. Now he's gonna get pissed and give me shit. At the least it'll get put back in the report back to the folks.
"You WERE complimenting me, were you not?" Kroos narrowed his eyes.
"Yeah nothing else okay?"
"What do mean 'else'?"
"Forget it. Are we finished yet?"
"Not until you tell me what you wanted to - "
"I just meant - I mean I just said.. y'know you look good n'all, what with your working out n'all. But your jacket... I mean..."
"What about my jacket?" Kroos pulled it away from his chest like it was dirty or something.
"Nothing... it's just most guys who are all built up like you... y'know most of'm they y'know they don't go around all covered up - tryin t'hide their hard work n'all" Joel thought he could just let the whole thing slide before he pissed off this big gorilla.
"Oh" was all Kroos said, his voice flat and unemotional. After a few seconds of silence Joel cracked his eyes open to see Kroos holding his jacket open.
"Doc?"
"You are not mocking me?"
"Fuck no!" Joel felt the blood leave his crotch and flood to his face "thought you might be flattered maybe... hell I just thought you're the kinda guy who looks good showing off, not covered up with all those clothes - shit! y'know what I mean!"
"Oh that is all?" Kroos shrugged "you just meant seeing me without all of this" he held up the lapels.
"Yeah no big thing okay?"
"Well... I do not usually get such a request from a patient - "
"I said I was sorry, forget it okay?"
"But it is flattering I suppose and ...'no biggie' as they say" and Kroos started to pull off his white jacket and stethescope and put them over the chair. Underneath he was wearing a blue rugby shirt, the short sleeves stretched tight with the bulges from his biceps. Joel just lay there, trying not to stare, keeping his eyes from bugging out taking in the very hairy forearms and the twin guns Kroos even flexed once or twice.
"Man those are some fuckin loaded cannons doc" Joel had been embarrassed about almost blowing a load in front of him, but the sight of Kroos standing there, bulging and all, reminded his cock it did not finish what it started. And his load was sitting there, waiting to blow. He sometimes was able to stop himself when he was blowing, like if he pulled his hand away in time, or sqeezing the base real hard, making only a half-spurt ooze out and it just made the real cum that much more intense later. Sometimes he let himself get all the way soft before he tried again but usually he stayed a wildly stimulated half-hard. It was becoming obvious this was the case with what happened before. He was hoping the doc did not get the picture as clearly as his balls were. He was tiptoeing on the edge of total meltdown and damn if he could hide it much longer.
"You are some kind of totally impressive dude. How'd you get those that big?"
Kroos gave another flex or two "I was not always big. My brothers make me look like a beanpole. But like I said, free weights when I have the time."
"Where?"
"At your local YMCA. You should go there."
"I used to, but I can't anymore."
"Can't?"
"I... er... with work and all..." Joel did not want to go into that whole story right now "but with the facilities at school..."
"Good for you" and Kroos went to pick up his jacket.
"Doc wait... y'know I mean if y'don't mind... might be kinda cool before you put that back on..."
"Yes?"
"Just one or two more flexes..."
"Joel?"
"If y'don't think it's too freaky or stupid or anything..."
"Just like this?"
"It'd be like totally awesome y'know - like even better maybe - like maybe... I don't know... maybe... without the shirt? Hell if you think it's creepy... "
But Kroos put the jacket back down and stood right over Joel. As he did he pulled the bottom of the shirt free of the waist of his pants and just like that pulled it over his head and tossed it on the chair as well. He was close enough to the table that Joel felt the heat coming off his body.
"Holy shit look at you! Fuckin massive muscles and all that hair!" Joel was very impressed "man I ain't EVER seen anything like that!"
"I guess the hair tends to obscure most of the development" Kroos actually gave him a double biceps pose, all casual and slow "that is why competitors shave I believe" and he dropped his arms but gave his pecs a couple of flexes.
"Man that's something else" and almost by itself, like it was moving on auto-pilot, Joel's free hand levitated off the table, floated through the air and returned to Kroos' shoulder... and then down to his chest. He half expected Kroos to jerk away with a joke but instead Kroos just gave it another couple of pec flexes, "man..." and his hand started to rub him all over, his shoulder, his pec and down to his nipple. As he felt it nub under his fingers, Joel felt his cock start to respond again, but now he felt very exposed.
"Sorry I got carried away" he quickly pulled his hand down to cover himself.
"I am not offended" Kroos just stood there "you are right, I am maybe a bit flattered."
"Fuck it" Joel muttered and his hand went back to Kroos' chest. He knew he was going too far and was almost hoping - no praying! - Kroos would stop him, but no, Kroos just closed his eyes slightly. Joel let his hand rub all over first one pec and then the other, getting both nipples very hard. Damn, if it weren't for the damn bottle he would have been tempted to lean over and bury his face there! but that would have upset the knife-edge balancing act he felt himself attempting in his own dumbass blundering way. Instead of listening to the alarms in his head, he just let his hand roam all over the matted hair on that chest and up to Kroos' hard wide shoulders, knowing his hardon could not be more incriminating. He looked down and damn! if he could not make himself believe Kroos' pants were not showing something, but Joel was deluding himself. I'm not seeing straight, I'm gonna pass out for sure, he thought. He knew he was playing with fire now, but he had to push it, he had to go for broke and find out! He would never in a million years have another chance like this! His hand slowly started to rub down, down the thick bush between his pecs down the center of the fur to his navel. Damn, Kroos wasn't stopping him! When he let the back of his hand accidently brush against Kroos' pants front he felt something. towards one hip. Damn, still he didn't stop him! Okay, I'm going to give him an unmistakable rub down there and that will push it one way or the other.
Joel let his palm now rub against the front of Kroos' pants, and then rub down and back up the length of what had to be a very significant cock. He ran it back and forth two more times, memorizing the outline and the sponginess, knowing he would never EVER have the faintest shadow of such an opportunity again. He pulled his hand away, lying very still, hearing his heart pounding in his chest, waiting for the inevitable consequences.
"It is very warm in here no?" Kroos finally said when he saw Joel freeze up.
"D-d-d-damn y-y-y-yeah" Joel managed to croak out.
"You would not be embarrassed if I..." Kroos waited for Joel to take a breath "take these off?" and he started to unbuckled his pants. Joel leaned forward and his jaw almost fell off!
"Holy...shit..."he muttered to himself.
"It is warm. You agree?" and before Joel could choke out a response, Kroos unzipped himself and let the pants fall to the floor, then stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. He stood right next to Joel wearing only his grey boxer briefs, which were straining to the side with his large slab of cock trying to pull away from his thigh. He did not move.
"Doc?...man... shit..."Joel's hand went right back to Kroos' belly, and sensing no resistance down to the waistband and down the fabric to his crotch, and this time openly rubbing his cock up and down through the cloth, without any hesitation. When he saw Kroos reach forward and start to manipulate Joel's scrotum in turn, Joel took it as a green light! He grabbed the waistband of the boxers and with one hand pulled them forward and down. Kroos' uncircumsized cock swung free.
"Man that's... fuck... wow... too fuckin awesome!" and without knocking over the bottle he leaned forward and took it in his mouth. Kroos let out a moan and Joel just about went nuts! He attacked that cock like it would be snatched away any second, like this dream would end in another two heartbeats! He had to practice releasing the head from the sheath, playing with an uncircumcized cock was completely new to him but once he figured it out he knew any cut dick would almost be a let-down after this. His free hand started playing with Kroos' balls, first grabbing and pulling them, then just brushing them slightly, barely tickling all that hair. As he felt Kroos' hands on the back of his head he allowed his hand to work between those massive hairy thighs and into his crack. When his finger slid into his hole he knew he was hooked. This was the biggest hairiest guy he ever fondled and what was more Kroos seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as he was. So he was a bit surprised when Kroos pulled himself away from that finger, his dick popping out of Joel's mouth.
"Wow why'dja stop me, I'm sorry if - "
"This is not why I removed my pants, Joel" Kroos looked down at him almost scolding.
"Hey I'm sorry I just got carried away."
"Well I am not upset, but after all you are here for medical reasons."
"What does that mean? You don't want..." Joel suddenly felt like he overstepped himself big time, and maybe Kroos was saying he should not have gone for his cock. Yeah, he's standing there naked with a bone because he's just trying to be professional, Joel almost laughed.
"C'mon doc lemme bring ya off. Let me suck ya..."
But Kroos pushed his head back again, "no not tonight" and his hand went to Joel's very hard cock.
"Oh man don't do that!" Joel jerked back.
"Does it hurt?"
"Fuck no I just don't wanna cum before you."
"You mean you could have another orgasm? So soon?"
"Another? That wasn't before... I mean" Joel looked at the bottle "what with the stuff you put in there."
"You mean you are not always so easily aroused?" but Kroos' hand was back on his cock, just resting and squeezing.
"Man doc, don't you get it? I gotta draw ya a picture? That's what the problem was... before... before I... and so if I just went easy on the water and stuff - "
"You were trying to prevent this?" and Kroos' hand started a steady stroking.
"Damn doc stop!"
"Show me! Let me see what you meant" and Joel tried to double forward squeezing Kroos' hand under him but too late. Kroos felt a hot wet stickiness cover his hand and glob onto the table "yes go on, ejaculate in my hand, go on Joel" and Joel jerked and jerked as his complete orgasm finally pumped out of him. He suddenly felt very light-headed and leaned back, but did not pass out.
Kroos went over to the sink and rinsed out a towel, which he brought back and used to clean up all of Joel's front and crotch but not before scooping up most of the cum with a small plastic container, "did you feel dizzy just now?"
"And then some" Joel said lying back, his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of someone cleaning him "no one ever did that."
"What?"
"Clean me up like that. It feels kinda good" Kroos continued to rub and swab him, making sure his crotch was cleaned of all residual semen. He tossed the used towel into a container and went to wash his hands. He returned and checked the bottle which was all but empty. He carefully disconnected it, then disinfected the area where the needle remained inserted.
"Are you ready to have this removed?" Kroos looked down at him.
"I guess" Joel looked away, not eager for the sudden pain.
"I will not hurt you Joel, just relax" and before Joel could tense up more, he carefully tested the site, slipped on a new pair of gloves and with a bandage poised, slipped it out. A small trickle of blood was quickly staunched and with the bandage in place he pulled Joel's wrist up to his shoulder, the pressure preventing any more leaking.
"There, that was not bad was it?"
"Wow that stung..." but Joel was squeezing his arm together, trying to push the pain away.
"Well keep the pressure for a while" Kroos picked up his clothes and left the room "do not get up, I will send Billy in to help you in a few minutes.
Joel slowly looked around for where his briefs had been tossed. With one hand he awkwardly stepped back into them, his one arm still squeezed and bent. After waiting as long as he could he recovered his t-shirt and tried to twist it over his head. After two attempts he gave up and hopped into his pants instead. When the door opened Billy saw him sitting on the table trying to struggle with a sock.
"Hey you all finished then?" Billy looked in "where's Kroos?"
"Off getting dressed-- I mean getting cleaned up" and the color returned to his cheeks.
"Wow" Billy looked at him "you look human again" but his eyes were up and down his body.
"What the hell you mean by that?"
"Man Joel you shoulda seen yourself before. Never saw a ghost with a tan line before but that's what you looked like... you has this fuckin weird green color and your eyes were all sunken" but Billy would not stop looking him over, even when he saw Joel catch him at it.
"Yeah well... guess the doc got me going again... I mean, I guess I just needed to fill up the tank y'know?"
Billy saw Joel struggling with the sock and took it out of his hand "gimme that" and he pushed Joel back on the table "I'll do that for ya."
"You're kidding right?"
"Hell it ain't nothin compared with - "
"With what?"
"Oh y'know... doctor's office stuff, you can imagine..." and Billy lifted Joel's foot and started to pull on the sock.
"You don't gotta do that" Joel wasn't stopping him though.
"No biggie man" and maybe Billy's hands were making more contact with his feet than necessary. As Billy finished with the shoe and started on the other foot, he looked up into Joel's crotch. Damn he just came, Billy thought, but damn if he ain't still swollen. His finger grazed the sole.
"Hey!" Joel jerked his foot away "you're tickling!"
"Sorry" Billy tried to look guilty, but slowly and with much rubbing gradually got the sock past the ankle and slowly up the leg. From his angle the balls were definitely rumbling around and it made his cock look like it was maybe swelling "let me help ya with your shirt."
"Naw that's okay I'll do it" Joel felt himself start to throb in the dick department again and had zero intention of letting Billy know about it.
"Hey y'need help ya can't do it yourself" Billy went over and put on some gloves.
"What the hell you doing?" Joel reacted to the gloves fast. His butthole squeezed shut so hard he got a cramp.
"Nothing funny" Billy found more gauze and some tape now "just sit still this ain't gonna hurt. Besides you a big guy" Billy was playing up to him "if I do anything you'd kill the little crapper."
"Just be careful" Joel watched as Billy slowly removed the bandage and they both saw very little blood. As a single bead almost began to form, Billy pressed the new gauze into place and secured it with the tape. He pulled off the gloves and picked up his t-shirt.
"That's fine I'll take it from here" Joel tried to take it away from him.
"Just chill out goddamnit" Billy tried to do a "Kroos stern look", knowing it probably looked more silly than anything "just relax already. Now lift those big guns of yers" and like magic Joel just went along with it, but with a crooked smile on his face. Billy got it over his head and pulled the first, the "bad" arm though the opening. As he did his hand was rubbing over Joel's pec and managed to find his nipple. He pulled down the one side and managed to play with it, feeling it harden under his palm.
"Okay one more, we're almost there" and with Joel's back starting to sweat and stick to the t-shirt, Billy pulled the other arm through. Again he rubbed his palm against Joel's chest and that got the other nipple as hard. He pulled the fabric down the front rubbing as he went.
"Okay stand up a sec" Billy did not meet his gaze "we gotta tuck this in."
"Naw that's okay" like Joel was going to stand and let Billy see his cock not going down, not a chance.
"Stop being such a wuss" Billy applied the word like a well-aimed mallet "just stand up for crying out loud."
"Billy c'mon..." but Joel was starting to shift his weight.
"Hey I don't have all night it's getting late."
And Joel slid down off the table still avoiding putting any pressure on his one arm. When he looked down he waited for Billy to make a comment but all he heard was "geez I'll get the wheelchair for ya" as he saw Billy start to unbuckle his pants.
"Hey!" but his good hand did not get there in time. Billy had the front of his pants open fast and the white front of the briefs poked free. Billy said not a word but took the bottom of the t-shirt and started tucking it into the waistband of the briefs, and his hand slid down and made contact with the swollen dick poking to the side.
"Hey!!!" Joel hissed but tried to pull away and -
The door opened, "what is this?!?!" Kroos came through and Joel leaned back fast.
"Stop!" Kroos shouted. Joel sat back down on the table in one fast white blur, trying to cover his exposed front. With his one good hand he yanked up the front of his pants but then had to use the other hand to grab the back. Just as quickly Billy helped him pull them up and rebuckle the belt. Kroos just walked over to them and when Joel was dressed again he stood there, eyeing the bandage.
"Doc I... I mean... it was..." Joel looked back and forth between the two, without words.
Kroos looked at his arm and then to his assistant, "Billy?"
"Wha...?"
"Not bad" Kroos went over and pulled another, heavier bandage and white tape from the drawer. He took out a pair of gloves, "if you can stay still a minute - "
"Shit" Joel looked down at himself.
"I will give you something you can wear home" he carefully removed most of Billy's handiwork, swabbed the area with something orange, then wrapped a long bandage all the way around Joel's arm several times, securing the end. He took a length of tape and covered it until his arm looked mummified.
"Gee doc" Joel tried to twist or bend it but it was very rigid "how am I - "
"You will have to find another way of occupying yourself tomorrow" giving him a wink "I will call your work and tell them you will not be there until Monday - "
"C'mon doc!"
"And then I want to see you back here at six o'clock sharp" Kroos looked at them both "doctor's orders."
"Fine."
Kroos went into another drawer and brought out a box.
"What's that?" Joel looked at the picture on the front, something like a long rubber glove.
"When you take a shower, cover your arm with this. It is waterproof and will keep the area dry. Make sure you tape the end with this" and he gave him a roll of the heavy white tape "if you feel any swelling or redness above the area or any fever or headaches call the office right away..."
"Doc..."
"I mean it" Kroos put the final notes in the record and closed it, tossing it onto the counter "any questions?"
"Doc what about...?"
"What?"
Joel looked at Billy and then down to the floor, "y'know... y'know..."
"Well all I can say is your miracle recovery is..."
"Don't!"
"Duly noted" and there was that stern look again. Joel looked back and forth and let it rest.
"Right... well..." he looked at Billy "I'm outa here." And he was. Setting a new record in the process.
"Doc you okay here?" Billy looked around "I'm late I gotta get home."
"I'll close up here. Good night" Kroos waved them out the door.
Billy caught up with Joel gathering up his backpack in the reception area, "so ya ain't workin tomorrow huh?"
"Working? Oh, y'mean the landscaping? Naw, the doc like grounded me I guess."
"Good thing, you know you woulda just gone back and worked your ass into the ground again right?"
"Fuck I guess" Joel looked around the room, all the hurry gone.
"So what're ya gonna do this weekend?"
"With this like this" holding up his arm "not much."
"Sucks" Billy looked right at Joel's crotch.
"Blows" Joel looked straight into Billy's eyes.
There was a very long silence.
"Just keep that damn arm outa the water okay?" Billy gave his good shoulder a jab.
"Thought you were gonna say something else" he looked up and down seeing Billy do the same.
"Don't freak out about anything that might have happened tonight" Billy gave him a long steady look. When he saw Joel's nervousness he cracked a smile "and like when Kroos - I mean Doctor Kroos came in before when I was helpin ya get dressed like, don't take it the wrong way it's all part of what they make me - I mean what I gotta... well it's - "
"Herms I'm thinkin we better talk some y'know? About... stuff."
"Sure when?"
"Gimme a call Saturday. You free?"
"Hell yeah. So in the meantime just don't think like I'm a little perv or- "
"You?!?!"
"Hey sometimes I just do crazy stuff, no biggie, cool?"
"Yeah cool" Joel punched back "but ya can't be tellin anyone I was here toni- "
"Like I say anything about what happens here" Billy steered them out the door, locking it "about anything, ANYTHING happens here."
"Deal."