Levi had to wonder, as he lay awake that night with thoughts of a certain blond giant running through his head, what the hell he was thinking. Normal people didn't just go to sex clubs to find satisfaction, they dated someone they liked and found a connection that way. Levi had never been entirely normal, and dating had always been a burden to him, but he was still struggling with whether what he was doing was somehow...wrong. He had to fight off the nagging feeling of uncertainty by reminding himself that this was much safer than many other things he could be doing; casual sex was one thing, but this was something...more. A trust was needed between the people who attended the club, a trust that they would take care of each other within the parameters of their roles. Safety words and pause words, precautions were laid in place, giving a level of security that couldn't be gained from picking someone up in a bar. Even with these assurances, Levi felt a strange sense of unease. After an hour or so of tossing and turning he finally pinned it down to one fact; he had never seen all of Dr. Smith's face, and that bothered him. What did the man have to hide?
Levi did not get much sleep that night, and found himself nursing a gigantic thermos of sweet, milky coffee on his way into the office the next morning. The day passed relatively well once 11:30 am hit and Levi began to work on projects with his designers. He really did have it in his blood, the boiling passion for architecture that drove most well-made homes and businesses. The exactness of the blueprints and the equations, he loved all of it. He could always put his faith in such measured concepts. The issue of hiring the new designer still hung over him, but he could not spare much time for resume searching this day, with so many other matters requiring his attention. The day took a slightly grueling turn around 4:30 when Levi received a complaint from one of his contractors regarding a home they were building. The conversation that ensued lasted for nearly an hour, and Levi was forced to keep a few of his designers who were working on the project at the office for a conference call with the same contractor. By the time Levi managed to wrap up the emergency brainstorming session and lock up the office he was running very late for the club. Only the thought of escaping work concerns and drowning in the pleasure delivered by large hands kept him from heading home to curl up on his sofa with Valkyrie and break his 'appointment'. He had no time to go home and shower or change clothes, not if he wanted to arrive at the club just late enough to where 'Dr. Smith' might still be waiting for him.
7:30 pm found him in the hidden parking garage, trying not to run as he heading for the door. When he entered the lobby and pressed the intercom button next to the covered window, he had to calm his breathing from his haste. The disembodied voice came over the speaker,
"Name and appointment time?"
"Robert Scout, and I was meant to be here at 7:00."
There was a pause on the other end of the intercom before the voice returned,
"Your partner is still waiting for you, Mr. Scout, in room 304 this time."
A small slip of paper slid out from beneath the window covering, across the counter. Levi took it and saw that it was a printed map of the building with a few directions listed at the bottom.
"Thanks." He muttered to the unseen employee, and began to navigate his way to the new room. He had to take a specific elevator to the right floor and then gain access to the right hallway via voice permission through another covered window. The person on the other side remotely unlocked the door to the hallway he was to take, and that lead him to room 304. Levi stood outside the door for a brief second, feeling the excitement curl in his gut. Dr. Smith had never been in the room when he arrived, and this was a new room altogether. He had no idea what to expect. Levi fidgeted for a moment with the lapels of his suit jacket, and tried to keep the keys in his hand from jingling as he did so. He had left his briefcase in his car, but keys he could not forgo. Levi felt uncertain about when the role-play would actually begin now; previously it had been understood that Levi would be there first and that Dr. Smith would arrive in character. Did it work the other way around? There had been no reason to discuss this and now Levi cursed the fact that he had not foreseen this situation. His job could throw him curveballs like this every now and again, he should have factored that in along with the various other aspects on his profile. He finally determined to just do his best to let his natural reaction to his tardiness play into his patient role.
With a swallow, Levi turned the doorknob and entered. The color change was noticeable at once. Where the other medical room had been a pristine white, this one was a soothing shade of green. Instead of an examination table, there was instead an honest to goodness hospital bed in the center, a privacy curtain hanging from the ceiling. The linens of the bed were the standard white, with only one sterile-looking pillow resting perfectly on the highest part of the raised mattress. The way the bed was tilted up like that was unmistakably inviting, just waiting for him to ease himself back into the support and comfort it offered. Likewise, there was Dr. Smith, sitting beside the bed in one of the visitor chairs. He looked completely relaxed and casual, as though he hadn't been waiting there for a half-hour. When those pure blue eyes flicked up at him from above the medical mask, they were anything but angry or judgmental. Rather they were kind as Levi closed the door and explained with a slight hint of urgency,
"I apologize for being so late, I had to deal with a lengthy inconvenience that sprung up at work."
"No need for apologies, Robert." Dr. Smith said calmly, making no move to stand up and shake Levi's hand as usual, but remaining relaxed in the chair, his hand still holding open Levi's file. "I assumed it was something of that nature."
Those beautiful blue eyes gently scanned the shorter man from head to toe, with an obvious glint of interest. Under that tender scrutiny Levi felt oddly more naked standing there in his four-piece suit and glossy black shoes than he did when wearing the medial gown. He had not meant for Dr. Smith to ever see him this way. The point of role-playing was to strip away all that defined the players as individuals and allow them to don another persona, therefore Levi suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Mercifully, Dr. Smith proved once more that he was very good at sensing the other man's thoughts.
"There is a fresh gown there on the bed. I'll pull the curtain and let you change."
He now spotted the folded gown on the foot of the bed, and his shoulders relaxed just from glimpsing it.
"Thank you." Levi mumbled, shuffling forward and already stripping off his jacket as though it offended him somehow. He missed the traveling blue gaze that focused on his small waist, accentuated by the grey pinstriped vest. The next second Dr. Smith's hand had pulled the curtain out alongside the bed, blocking their view of each other. Levi sighed and began tiredly to pop the buttons open on his vest and then his shirt before pulling both off in one go. He felt vaguely disgusting for missing his preferred shower before coming here. While he was not exactly filthy, it had been a long day and he was aware of the scent of perspiration clinging to his body.
"Demanding job, hm?" Dr. Smith's voice echoed from the other side of the plastic curtain. "That must be tiring."
"It has its ups and downs." Levi admitted honestly, the clinking of his belt accompanying his voice as he unbuckled it. "I love what I do, but there's always the crushing weight of decision on my shoulders."
There was a little knowing sound from around the curtain before Dr. Smith spoke again.
"I won't ask what you do, as I respect your privacy, but it sounds like you're in a leadership position, and that may be relevant to your current physical issues."
"How so?" Levi asked, his heart skipping with intrigue. He let Dr. Smith's soothing baritone roll over him as the man began to speak.
"Any job can be stressful, but a job with leadership aspects can be doubly so, as I'm assuming you know very well from personal experience. The more stress that is put on the mind, the more the body can react in strange ways to compensate."
Levi hummed with interest as he wrapped the gown around him quickly before bending over to carefully unlace his shoes. They were too expensive for him to consider simply toeing them off.
"I've heard statements like that before, but...never really thought much about them. I deal with stress pretty well, always have."
"Is that so?" Dr. Smith asked softly, in as unobtrusive a tone as he could.
"Yea," Levi answered, finally pulling off his shoes and tucking them beneath the other chair that rested on his side of the bed, "remember how you asked me about my weight during our first appointment? Well, exercise calms me down. When I'm running or biking or weight training I can let my mind go blank. I can listen to some horrible, repetitive heavy-beat music and forget that I spend most of my life cooped up in an office building...even if I do have a damn fine view..."
There was a pause after Levi spoke that made him uncomfortable again, and he began to methodically fold his clothes and place them in the chair. He left his socks on his feet, as he grew paranoid about the possibility of them smelling foul if he bared them.
"It sounds like you may be pushing your body too hard."
"Excuse me?"
"Have you changed?"
Levi did not appreciate his question being deflected by another question, but he hummed an affirmative even as he sat on the side of the bed facing the curtain. When it was pulled back, Dr. Smith was standing next to the bed, Levi's file on the chair he had just vacated. Now that Levi could see him, he was almost startled by the flood of empathy that was gushing from those bright blue eyes.
"It sounds almost as though your body doesn't have time to really relax."
The raven-haired man frowned at the statement.
"I do nothing but sit or stand inside all day, I don't even have the chance to move with any purpose until I get off of work."
"Just because you're sitting still doesn't mean you're relaxed." Dr. Smith pointed out. "You're most likely tense during the work day, and then you go home or to the gym and exert your body even more. While I think it is admirable of you to exercise, you should also consider taking time to simply relax your body. A good lie down on your own sofa or in your own bathtub can do just as much if not more for relieving stress than a good workout."
Levi knew that this was a role-play, but damn, that sounded like honest advice. He had heard people trying to tell him this before, but there was something about the way this particular man went about it; His tone was neither commanding nor dripping with patronizing concern like Levi's few good friends or the female members of his family who constantly let him know they worried for him. He hated anyone expressing that kind of doting concern for him, because he felt as though it was an excuse for them to try and advise him on how they thought he could 'fix' himself. There was none of that atmosphere now, between Dr. Smith and Levi. There was compassion there, in what little of the blonde's face Levi could see, but there was a casualness to his tone that indicated that Levi had a choice to dismiss his advice should he choose to. And that just made Levi want to take it and hold on to it for dear life.
"I'll keep that in mind." Was his only response, his face comfortably set into its usual neutrality.
"Good then. Go ahead and lie back for me." A shiver ran through Levi and he moved to comply, stretching out his small frame on the soft bed, so much more comfortable than the exam table.
"All the way now, head on the pillow." Dr. Smith instructed softly, not commenting on Levi's socks. Levi obeyed, unable to resist fluttering his eyes closed for a brief second at how nice that felt.
"Doctor, may I ask why we're in a different room this time?"
Dr. Smith was slipping on his usual pair of latex gloves, no doubt procured from the big white pockets of his lab coat.
"Now that we have more or less isolated what the issue is, we are moving on to treatment. I feel that treatment requires a more comfortable environment. Do you disagree?"
Levi shook his head slightly on the pillow, lacing his hands gently over his stomach.
"Not at all."
Dr. Smith moved to the other side of the bed, and leaned over Levi slightly as he pressed down on one of the control buttons. The bed began shifting beneath Levi with a slight mechanical sound, slowly lowering him down another foot or two so that he was leaning back rather than sitting up. The new vantage point made Dr. Smith look even taller.
"Comfortable?"
"Yes, doctor."
Dr. Smith stepped around the bed to take hold of the privacy curtain again, this time surprising Levi by pulling it all the way around the bed so that the two of them were enclosed. It was oddly arousing, the illusion of being completely closed off, the light softened to a warm glow. Dr. Smith sat himself carefully on the side of the bed next to Levi's left thigh, and rested his hand on the slender wrist as he spoke.
"Now, Robert I know that we focused on your prostate during our last visit, but I'm going to revisit the direct treatment this time."
"Direct treatment?" Levi questioned, as though he was completely dim. He just wanted to hear him say it.
"That's right, I'll be focusing on your penis during this visit."
Once more Levi wondered how in the hell Dr. Smith could say such things with a straight face. It was brilliant.
"I've brought you something special; it should definitely help and I think you'll enjoy it as well.
Levi liked the way that sounded, and he nodded his head on the pillow to show he understood. Dr. Smith reached into the seemingly endless depths of his lab coat pockets, and pulled out an item from each one respectfully. One Levi recognized as a small bottle of lubricant, but the other took a few seconds of guessing before he knew what it was. It was a short tube that looked to be made out of some sort of gel or rubber material, the hollow center just about the right size to fit around an erect shaft. Dr. Smith placed it on the mattress beside his thigh, the ridiculous hot pink of the item standing out brightly against the pure white sheets. Levi felt his sleepy soft cock begin to stir at once upon discerning what the object was and what it was for. The time it was taking for Levi to get hard spoke to how tired he was after this long day. Dr. Smith carefully lifted the hem of Levi's gown, pulling it back to expose his half-hard cock. This action was becoming familiar by now, and Levi sighed very quietly as he was bared to the man's eyes.
"I'm not as afflicted right now as I usually am when I come here." Levi muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed by his semi-flaccid state.
"Oh dear," Those blue eyes turned flirting, and a large hand came up to feel Levi's forehead teasingly, "well you certainly don't feel like you're running a fever. In fact you feel a bit cold."
Levi allowed himself to stare up almost shyly at the man standing over him, slightly leaning into the hand cupping his brow. A shudder went through him seeing that man staring down at him from his impressive height, his body once more commanding of their space even while he sat sitting. Levi realized with a pang that there was something nostalgic about this position. It was as though something buried in the depth of his psyche roared it's annoying head and related their situation to one in childhood, when Levi was sick and his mother fed him, caressed him, or cooled his brow by his bedside. His mother was the last person Levi needed to think of now to help his erection along, but the sudden stab of deep emotion from the odd connection his brain had just made actually aided in his enjoyment. This, right here, someone leaning over his bedside and stroking his brow...he had always liked that, and it was something only done by the very few people in his life who had known him intimately in one way or another.
Dr. Smith thankfully broke Levi out of his strange emotional revelation by turning his attention to the small bottle still in his hand, snapping the lid open. The very sound was one that Levi, like most modern men, were very acquainted with. By the time that Dr. Smith had poured the clear liquid into his fingers and rubbed his gloved hands together to slick them up, Levi was completely erect.
"This is the first time that I've been able to witness your condition flare up from a resting state." Dr. Smith said, managing an interested look as though medically intrigued. "I thought for a moment that you had been cured."
"You're good, but not that good, doctor. I think I'll survive anyway." Levi said. "You have a new and effective treatment for me it seems."
A smile scrunched the corners of Dr. Smith's eyes, and he nodded.
"I hope so, let's give it a try. Now relax, and breathe."
With these calming words one of those large hands wrapped around Levi's cock. Levi look the blond man's advice and breathed deeply at the touch. It was slick and lovely and warm. Far warmer than it had the right to be...Levi squirmed slightly as Dr. Smith held him fast, without moving his hand an inch. The heat built like this, trapped between Levi's hard flesh and the Dr.'s fingers.
"Doctor...it um...it feels much hotter than last time you took the 'direct approach'..."
"Yes, I selected a lotion that warms upon contact with flesh. I thought it might make this process easier for you."
The smaller man couldn't deny that as truth, loving the intensified heat of Dr. Smith's hand, but he did wish that it would actually move on him. The length of his shaft was engulfed in that giant palm and those fingers, which held him firmly, but did nothing more. Levi felt his eyebrows and lips drawing together in his want and when he cast a suspicious glance up at Dr. Smith's face, he was rewarded by spotting a small smirk.
"Patience, Robert, I'm waiting for the lotion to heat to its fullest."
Levi realized for the first time that his pseudonym irked him. He wanted to hear his real name spoken in Dr. Smith's deep voice, caressing the syllables carefully like he did Levi's body with his hands.
"It's hard for me to be patient right now, doctor," Levi said, "I arrived so late and...I suppose that I want to make up for lost time."
A soft hum sounded from Dr. Smith's unseen lips.
"Ah, yes, I can see that. Just understand Robert that I am your doctor, and it was no trouble to wait for you. I can tell you've had a long, stressful day and I want to help you relax. I must reiterate that these treatment sessions are purely for you and it's alright to enjoy them. These techniques can be perceived as pleasurable, and that is perfectly alright."
Levi had no idea how he had done it, but Dr. Smith had made that sound very professional as well as sensual. The perfect mix that Levi had been searching for. It was peculiar that he felt his heart twinge a bit, feeling as though this man actually felt the care that he spoke through those words. There was nothing Levi could say in response, as he had no experience with this. He'd never gotten far enough with any other role-player to know if the lines between realism and role-play could be blurred by real emotion for the other. But for a moment, he felt his soul ache a bit in thankfulness to this large man who currently gazed at him with kind eyes.
"I suppose that it is warm enough now to begin applying it."
While the words should have been enough to brace him, Levi still wasn't entirely used to being touched so freely even after the last two visits, and so he gasped lightly when those large fingers tightened on him and began to stroke. Grey eyes fell closed and Levi's head arched back into the pillow at the pleasure he received from the simple act. Levi could not help himself as he murmured,
"That's it, doctor..."
One huge hand was joined by another, coming to cup his sac and spread the lotion there as well. The other hand curled over the head of his cock so that the fingers could tickle the sides of his shaft. Levi's heart throbbed harder in his chest at the interesting combination of touches, and gently thrust his hips upward.
"Easy now, Robert, this is just the preparation for the true treatment."
"And that treatment would be?" Levi breathed gently, and Dr. Smith's hand left his balls to lift the short tube from the mattress.
"I apologize for the color, but it was all that we had in stock tonight."
Levi couldn't have cared less if there had been sparkling kitty faces on the thing so long as it did what every porn site he'd ever visited claimed that it did. Dr. Smith slowly eased off his cock in order to pour more of the lube on his fingers, which he then began gently rubbing into the tube. The entirety of the sheath was coated by Dr. Smith's fingers, and Levi found his jaw falling open at the sight of the man working them in and out of that pink tube, the soft walls giving and bowing a bit.
"I'm going to slide this around you now, alright?" Dr. Smith said, again adhering to his clinical habit of prefacing his every action. Levi bit his bottom lip very briefly before shifting his hips again and whispering quietly,
"Alright, doctor."
One huge hand steadied his leaping cock at the base, while the other slowly lowered the tube over his swollen head. The tightness of that small sheath was incredible. It was smooth and soft inside in spite of how tight it was, and the lotion made it very warm as well. Levi let out a series of stuttering breaths as the tube was lowered a bit further onto him, engulfing him in the gripping heat. The tube itself was not as long as his cock, shortened in order that it could be moved up and down the length. Dr. Smith, as always, was going slowly and did not immediately move the toy. Once it slipped over Levi's head he paused, letting Levi adjust to the tight grip.
"How does that feel?" He asked quietly, the thumb of his hand holding Levi's cock rubbing a bit at his testicles.
"Tight." Levi hissed out. "Tight and really good."
He couldn't think of anything more descriptive as he held the bedclothes in a death grip with both thin hands, trying desperately not to immediately start pumping his hips up into that incredible toy.
"Remember to breathe," Dr. Smith reminded him, "you're getting red in the face."
Levi blew out his cheeks and tried to obey, letting the air pass freely through his lips in something resembling a steady rhythm, though it was difficult. The pleasure was so great and once again Dr. Smith was only going at a teasing pace. Levi was not used to anyone taking the time to get him riled up like this, and he found that it thrilled and frustrated him all at once. The thrilling aspect won over the frustration, however, as Dr. Smith's deep voice comforted him.
"Good, that's good, Robert, stay with me. I know it's a bit intense, just like last time. I'm going to move the sheath now, alright?"
"Yeah, yeah..." Levi muttered, turning his head toward the large man on his pillow. Those blue eyes were alternating between watching his own hands and glancing up to be sure that Levi was alright. The hot, wet tube was pushed farther down Levi's cock to the base, leaving Levi's tip wanting. Every time that the end of it slipped down past his tip a jolt of pleasure went through Levi from the touch of the cool air after the warm lubricant.
"I recall that you are very responsive in this area..." Dr. Smith commented, rubbing Levi's tender exposed head with the pad of one finger.
"Uh-huh..." Levi groaned, his entire cock jumping inside the tight grip. His hips reacted without his permission, jerking up off the bed and into Dr. Smith's hand. The larger man responded by firmly pushing his hips down onto the bed with his free hand. Levi gasped at the slight manhandling, trembling.
"I know it's sensitive, Robert, but you have to remain still during this treatment, understand?"
A buzz of excitement went through Levi at the slightly commanding tone Dr. Smith used. He breathed heavily and attempted an apologetic expression.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it."
"Yes you can, just bear with it."
That lovely sheath was moved up and down on Levi's hard shaft now in a steady rhythm, while those blue eyes watched Levi carefully from above the mask, gauging his ability to keep his hips still. As Levi adjusted to the amazing sensation of that toy, Dr. Smith eased his hand away, trusting Levi to know what was expected of him. With his other hand now free, a few latex-smooth fingers began to pres and rub every inch of Levi's silky tip. The smaller man twitched, whimpered, and was unable to keep from at least gently rocking his hips. Apparently he managed to keep his movements slow enough that Dr. Smith was satisfied, and Levi made up for his restraint by tossing his head on the pillow instead. Again Dr. Smith reminded him in a gentle tone to breathe and as always Levi had trouble obeying, but did his best between stifled whines and stunted groans.
"You're doing very well," Dr. Smith assured him several long pleasure-filled moments later, "hold on for me a while longer."
Lev loved when he was spoken to that way, and it made him leak a small spurt of pre-come onto Dr. Smith's fingers.
"Easy does it, now..." Dr Smith hummed to him upon smearing the fluid across Levi's still-weeping head. Levi's entire body shuddered and a short whine was forced between Levi's panting lips at the wet caress which sent shocks of delight through his hard flesh.
"Doctor!" Levi huffed out, his brows drawing up tight on his forehead and his eyes tightly shut. "I think that I'm-God-I'm close!"
"That's good to know, Robert. I need to take my hands off you for a moment. Can you lie still for me if I stop?"
Levi's grey eyes cracked open and gazed pleadingly up at the sweet blue ones.
"You're...you're going to stop?" He gasped, every syllable stressing that Levi did not want that. Dr. Smith slowed his movements and replied soothingly,
"Just for a moment. I need to prepare another instrument." That made Levi slightly more receptive to a short respite; the proposition of yet another stimulation worth waiting for. He bit his lip to hold back a cry of frustration when Dr. Smith's hand left him. The sheath was left to itself, staying in place due to its tight grip around Levi's shaft, the engorged head peeking out at the top. Levi forced his eyes to watch Dr. Smith's movements, needing to distract himself. This turned out to be a bad idea as those big hands pulled out the same lime green vibrator from Levi's last visit. Just memories of what that toy could do caused Levi's groin to throb. When those gloved fingers began to spread the lubricant over the bulb at the end and then the slender length, Levi was forced to look away again.
"I think that while the direct approach appears to be working it will benefit you to treat you prostate at the same time."
"Whatever you think is best, doctor." Levi breathed. "I'd really like that."
Levi was painfully aware of how greatly his vocabulary diminished when this man had him so wound up. All of his professionalism that had been honed to a smooth granite perfection over the years was ground into dust, leaving only the bones of basic speech and emotion. The comfort here was that it did not matter, he didn't have to be that person here, just a helpless patient eager to be treated. Dr. Smith's slick fingers nudged at Levi's entrance, coating him well even though Levi was sure he could swallow a shaft ten times the size of the toy right now. But Dr. Smith insisted on being thorough, before sliding the slender 'instrument' inside of him. The bulb at the end found Levi's prostate almost at once, and his slender back arched as it began to vibrate with a click of Dr. Smith's finger. At that same moment, in a devastating move Dr. Smith resumed moving the pink sheath up and down Levi's cock. Levi's grey eyes snapped open for a second and his usual fluent stream of pleasured curses began pouring from his mouth. He twisted, arched, and pumped his hips despite Dr. Smith's request for him to be still.
His body struggled to comprehend such an overload of stimulation. His cock was stroked by that warm, wet tube that hugged him so tightly as it moved, while the vibrator sent strong pulses through his prostate. It was blissful, but at the same time a deep desperation began to overtake Levi. The shocks of almost painful pleasure became too much to bear, the pressure in Levi's chest growing heavier as he gasped harder and harder. Tears were beginning to pool and trickle from the corners of his eyes, his muscles aching from straining so much.
"This was the strength I had the instrument on last time," Dr. Smith said, "I'm going to turn it to the next higher strength, alright?"
"Oh my god..." Levi groaned, his hands twisting the bedclothes he had been crushing in his hands.
"Are you alright?" The question both aroused and frustrated Levi. As if the man didn't have eyes, couldn't see just how greatly Levi was enjoying this.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, doctor!" He hissed, unable to keep the edge from his rough voice. In response, or perhaps in some form of retaliation, the toy inside him suddenly started to whir louder, the vibration becoming noticeably stronger. The overwhelming pleasure made Levi bark a truly lost and wanton sound before he shamelessly let out a long series of groans. His voice was high, thin, and desperate as he cried out,
"God, doctor...please, please, I can't handle that..."
"Yes you can. Come on now." Dr. Smith countered in a firm voice. "You can last just a little longer and then you can let go whenever you want."
"Doctor!" Levi thrust his hips hard upward into the slower pace of the doctor's hand which had begun when Levi started pleading. Instantly two large, solid hands cupped his hips and pressed him down more strongly than they had the first time. The vibrator inside Levi was abandoned as Dr. Smith held Levi down, and it slid just far enough down to elevate the sharpness of the sensation against his prostate. The sheath was left to hold him infuriatingly rigid. Levi yelped slightly at the sudden movement and the feel of those hands on him. They were so warm, nearly hot as the fingers dug slightly into his flesh, the span of both hands nearly wrapping around Levi's buttocks.
"Calm down, Robert." Dr. Smith told him, his tone again firm and a little commanding and his face hovering over Levi's own from his tall height. "I told you it's important to stay still. You've been moving around enough as it is, but this is a critical point in the treatment and I can't have you flailing around."
Levi continued to groan, fighting the impulse to spill on the spot, but needing to prove something now that Dr. Smith had challenged him like that. He had to hold on, if for no other reason than to prove that he could.
"Alright, alright doctor, I'm sorry. I can stay still."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes! Please, just keep doing...the treatment..." Levi forced himself to meet the doctor's eyes, which were twinkling with pleasure. He was enjoying this, Levi could tell, and that just made it so much hotter. The larger man released Levi's hips and then pushed the vibrator back up against Levi's prostate. Instantly Levi wanted to piston his hips and twist on the bed, but he bit his lip and forced himself to stay still. It became instantly more difficult as Dr. Smith sped up the pace of his stroking with that lovely sheath on Levi's swollen cock, rubbing it up and over his tip repeatedly to be sure it was stimulated well. All the while electric bliss vibrated against his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure so strongly through Levi's body and making him quiver and convulse almost as though there was a current running through him, his legs jumping faintly on the mattress.
"God, doctor..." Levi moaned, a phrase that he found spilling from his lips more and more often during these visits. "God, god, god..."
He managed to hold on for another minute perhaps before he was lost and came with a raw shout that he had no presence of mind to try and hold back. Gush after gush of scalding liquid pulsed from his cock as the tight sheath continued to work him. Levi could never remember ever coming so hard, ironically he had thought the same thing the last time he had been here. For a solid ten seconds his limbs were locked, torso and legs tight as his cock released and pleasure froze him in place.
When the utter strength of his orgasm began to back down, Levi felt his body unlock and begin to shake. Dr. Smith followed the same pattern as last time, not stopping his movements but milking Levi's spent cock relentlessly and leaving the vibrator pressed against his prostate. It was so intense that it almost hurt.
"Doctor, doctor, pleasepleaseplease I'm done, it's too much oh my god..." Levi began babbling helplessly, the intensity directly after orgasm too much for him to bear. Apparently Dr. Smith liked to watch him squirm like this afterwards.
"I know that you have just a little more to give me, Robert. Come on, just a little more..."
Levi yelped, forgetting any promise to stay still and writhing on the mattress, not about to give in to something that was not part of the original treatment. Dr. Smith allowed him to move this time, still moving his hands and pleasuring Levi's oversensitive flesh, making him feel like his nerves were being rubbed raw.
"Breathe, breathe." Dr. Smith repeated, and Levi gulped at the air in an attempt to comply, his hand latching onto the wrist that was moving over his groin. Finally one last trickle of white left his tip, and the stroking mercifully slowed to a halt. "There it is..."
Levi was left shuddering, trembling, and gasping for breath on the damp mattress. His mind was reeling and his body shimmered with ripples of residual pleasure. Never had he experienced anything like that before. The vibrator was drawn slowly out of him, and the sheath was taken carefully from around his softening shaft, making Levi sigh at the sensitivity of his body in both areas.
"Lie there and rest, I'm going to disinfect these." Dr. Smith's calm voice reached Levi's ears and he made no effort to move whatsoever, listening to the large man's footfalls and the swish of the plastic curtain. A few seconds and footsteps later water began running. Levi's heavy breathing filled the room along with the sounds Dr. Smith was making as he cleaned the toys in the small sink. By the time Levi's breathing was quieted and his heart was only thudding moderately fast, a warm washcloth was laid to his thigh. Just like the last time every trace of his release was wiped away and Dr. Smith even cleansed him down below as well. Unlike the last time, though, a towel came behind to dry his skin, leaving him feeling clean and fresh.
"Thank you, doctor." Levi nearly purred, sleepy now and wondering how in the world he was going to drive home after this.
"How are you doing?" Dr. Smith's deep voice asked gently, and a large bare hand covered his forehead briefly before brushing back a few strands of his dark hair. The action was a little more intimate than perhaps permitted of a real doctor, but Levi liked how it felt and was far from complaining. Levi managed to ease his eyes open and look up at the man still towering over him.
"I'm alright. I feel like I could sleep for days I'm so relaxed. I think I like that treatment the best so far."
"I'm glad. You had me a bit worried there for a while in the thick of it."
Levi chuckled as Dr. Smith covered his thighs with his gown once more and then patted his leg. The warmth of his huge hand seeped through the gown as he left it there, and Levi hummed happily.
"I was fine, thank you doctor. It was just a bit intense. I might take a little longer to recover than usual before I go, though."
"Take all the time you need. Would you like me to stay with you?" That hand stroked gently on his leg, and Levi felt his heart warm at the gesture.
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble. I've already kept you here late tonight."
Dr. Smith sat back into the other chair on his side of the bed, the rise of his cheeks around his eyes speaking of a large grin.
"Not at all. I sense you may want to talk with me a bit."
"What makes you think that?"
"You always do."
Levi glared a bit teasingly at Dr. Smith before rolling his eyes.
"Fine then. Hoover Dam."
The demeanor of the blond man sitting beside him changed completely. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head cockishly to the side. His blue eyes were twinkling again as he spoke.
"You know, I wonder why you even need role play at all when you always end up pausing at the end to speak to me directly."
Levi chuckled wearily and rolled onto his side to openly face the man.
"I didn't expect to, trust me." He grumbled good-naturedly, a touch of sarcasm in his tone. "Then again, I didn't expect you to be so unwittingly charming outside of your role."
"How flattering you are, Robert." One of those sparkling eyes winked at him and Levi felt himself blush for no apparent reason.
"Shut up. Just because I find you mildly attractive as your usual self doesn't mean I want to go out on a date or anything. That reminds me, I thought you were going to get me to suck you off today. What happened to that?"
The slight stiffening in the larger man's posture was the only visible reaction Levi received. A few seconds later the man spoke.
"Honestly? You might not like this reason but...I couldn't think of any medical explanation for why I'd ask or tell you to do that. By now I know that you like accuracy, so..."
Levi let out a scathing little laugh, and pushed himself up so that he could sit on the edge of the bed, his thin legs hanging over the side and his socked feet not touching the floor.
"I wanted to believe what you just said, but obviously you're not as observant as I thought. It's not the medical accuracy I care about, you idiot. None of this would be medically accurate and you should know that by now. God...I was going to let you figure this out on your own but I'm liking what you're doing too much to wait; it's your demeanor that counts, not facts. It's your delivery of the words, not the words themselves. You are like an actor in my theatre and you need to make me believe the truth of what you say to the point where I'll do anything you tell me to do. Got that straight now?"
For a moment Levi and his much larger counterpart stared at each other in silence. Then, very slowly, what he could see of the blonde's expression changed from close attention to wicked intent. His eyes narrowed almost dangerously, in a way that sent a sullen shiver of arousal through Levi's spent flesh.
"I'm glad you told me that. I'll take your advice into consideration from here on out."
"Good." Levi said, feeling an odd surge of happiness at their little interaction. It felt strangely natural and...fun. It had been a long time since Levi had considered anything, least of all conversation, fun. "Now you can fudge the reasons all you want next time, I don't care as long as you are stone-faced and make me believe them."
"I'll do my best." The larger man said, determination in his tone. There was a moment where Levi tried to decide whether or not to say what he was thinking, before taking the plunge and admitting,
"I don't want to look like a hypocrite to you, here, alright? I do want you to be very much in your role, but...I also...really want to start giving something back to you. After all you've done for me the last few visits...just like I wanted...going by what I put on my profile and not asking me to return the favor...well, the first few times have passed, and I did say that if I enjoyed it I'd be up for anything after that. You've really proved yourself a good partner to me and you deserve to enjoy yourself too."
It wasn't often that Levi admonished praise upon anyone least of all someone he barely know, and he felt a twinge of embarrassment after he had stopped talking. Glancing up at the blond, he saw that those eyes were sparkling yet again, and one thick blond eyebrow was raised slyly. For some reason it pissed Levi off. So he followed up his previous words with,
"Don't go getting cocky, you idiot! I know you want me and it must be driving you mad!"
"Oh it is." Levi didn't count on the man answering back so honestly, or with such a slow, heavy voice. "You have no idea, you little prince. But I know you're worth waiting for. The longer I have to hold back, the better it will be when I finally have you in my arms."
Levi was struck hard by the words, finding his heart jumping in his chest. This man almost didn't have a right to speak about him that way, hadn't known him long enough to speak of him in such a caring tone, as though he really did value Levi and considered him a prize worth any amount of patience. It made him dreadfully uncomfortable, and his years of trained eye contact failed him, his dark grey-blue eyes darting awkwardly to the side and his breath catching as he licked his lips nervously.
"Save the drama for when we're in role play." He said in a thin voice, obviously attempting levity but coming out anxious. His nerves lessened as a thought hit him and he sat up straighter, still avoiding those piercing eyes. "By the way, you're dreaming if you think I'd ever suck your dick or let you fuck me without seeing your face."
A small intake a breath told Levi it was the larger man's turn to feel uncomfortable. This gave Levi the bravery to look up once more, and saw that those blue eyes were avoiding his own in their turn. Levi didn't give the man a second to gather his thoughts like he'd been given, but charged ahead with his argument.
"I'm practically baring everything to you each time I come in here I think it's only fair even by basic understanding don't you? I won't even know your identity just from your face, and even if I could I would never tell anyone. I come here for privacy too, and I place all my trust in you...it would be nice to get a little back."
The blond turned his eyes back to meet Levi's, and the smaller man was startled at the wealth of emotion he could see in them. They stared at each other for a moment as the taller man struggled with the decision. Finally he sighed and his eyes dropped in resignation.
"You have a point. Alright. Next time, I promise, you'll see my face."
Levi felt the rush of triumph overcome the uncomfortable atmosphere, and his lips spread into a generous smirk. His words came out light and teasing,
"I can't wait to suck your cock."
The blond man smiled back and leaned forward in his chair, their faces a few feet apart.
"How do you know you'll get to so soon? I might not find it ethical as a doctor."
Levi leaned forward as well, and they were nearly nose to nose, their faces on the same level due to the other man's tallness. He could see the varying shades of blue in those eyes, the dark ring around his irises flaring out into brilliant ocean indigo and then shifting into another darker ring around the very edge. The man had good skin too, Levi saw, slightly more tan than his own and smooth. His eyebrows really were thick, nestles of blond hairs crowded together uniformly in a large arch on his strong brow and above those bright eyes. God Levi could only imagine how handsome the rest of his face had to be.
"You'd better hope you find a reason or I'll find one for you, doctor." Levi breathed, feeling the hot rush of his own breath rebuffed slightly off the other man's masked face. Despite the discomfited interaction they had just had, Levi had never been more tempted to pull down that mask and kiss the man. It still puzzled him how badly he found himself wanting something that he usually could do without.
"We'll just have to wait and see, now, won't we?" 'Dr. Smith' crooned, arching one of those ridiculous eyebrows and lifting a hand slowly to press his pointer finger to Levi's forehead, pushing him back carefully. The gesture made something whimsical dance in Levi's chest, and he let the finger push his head back so that they were not as close. When it left him, he smiled again and, needing to have the last word, said,
"I guess we will. Hoover Dam."
TBC